My Neck - July Talk

Someone started a rumor saying

Scars are made of rope

But you didn’t tell your hands to tie that knot around your throat

Isadora Duncan is it convertibles you crave

Decisions make, decisions break

And enter in your grave

My neck, my neck

She’s a total wreck

Hands up baby, table dancing

Numb that little heart

Smashing glass and talking loudly

How’d you get so smart

Tell the men just what you crave

Some you give and some you take

Laced up summed up

Never thought you’d actually cave

My neck, my neck

She’s a total wreck

My neck, my neck

She’s a total wreck

I’m not that skinny or tall

I’m not that skinny or tall

This is redressing a wrong

I’m not that skinny or tall

My neck, my neck

She’s a total wreck

My neck, my neck

She’s a total wreck

My neck, my neck