Cut Me - A COLORS SHOW - Moses Sumney

When I’m weary

And so worn out

Ooh, when my mind’s clouded

And filled with doubt

That’s when I feel the most alive

Masochistic kisses are how I thrive

(Thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive, thrive)

A stiffness inside my neck

And bangin' my head

Against the desk

If there’s no pain

Is there any progress?

(Ha)

That’s when I feel the most alive

Endurance is the source of my pride

Might not be healthy for me but seemingly I need

What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, yeah

I guess I’m a true immigrant son

No vacancies, no vacations

Sure, I can do better than this

But I don’t, I won’t, don’t

(Hey!)

What cuts me, cuts me, cuts me, cut me, cut me, cut me

That’s when I feel the most alive

Is when I think I won’t survive

And you cut me, cut me, cut me

That’s when I feel the most alive

Is when I think I won’t survive

And you cut me

Swear I feel the most real

When you cut me, cut me, yeah

Ooh