T R I P P Y B I T C H's blog: "song lyrics that inspire me!"

Tegan and Sara Like O, Like H When I was eight I was sure I was growing nerves, like steel in my palm. Make a map of what you see, direct pain effectively. I was eight, I was sure I was growing pains, like lead in my feet. S.O.S. to my mother, take the hinges off the door. S.O.S. to my mother, take the hinges off the door. Oh, oh, sugar spell it out. Like, oh, oh, sugar spell it out. Like, oh, oh, sugar spell it out. Like O, Like O, like h, in your gut. Like O, like h, in your gut. Like O, like h, in your gut. Like O, like h, in your gut. In your gut. In your S.O.S. S.O.S. When I was four plus a ten I was swinging fists, like nails in a board. Pull your hands inside of you, six years till I'll be through. I was four plus a ten, I was swinging back, like a race to be sure. S.O.S. to my mother, take the hinges off the door. S.O.S. to my mother, take the hinges off the door. Oh, oh, sugar spell it out. Like, oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like, oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like O, Like O, like h, in your gut. Like O, like h, in your gut. Like O, like h, in your gut. S.O.S. Like O, like h, in your gut. S.O.S. in your gut. S.O.S. in your gut. S.O.S. In your