This World (Wasn’t Built for Me) (2:40)

Four leaves down the line
Singing songs from six feet
Shove me into your dark vacant head
My greatest weakness, my softest innocence
Lies stabbed and bleeding on the floorboard creaking jealousy
These grapes are hardly sweet
And tender hardly fits your face
Hardly fits your face

This world wasn’t built for me
This world wasn’t built for me

What queen can you catch now?
What queen to capture now, doll?

That’s life
Living under bridges
That’s life
Lunch with trolls
Makes me think I’ve never felt the sun before
Four leaves down the line singing songs from six feet
Shove me into your dark vacant head
My greatest weakness, my softest innocence

This world wasn’t built for me
This world wasn’t built for me