Youth Group - On a String

I just lost my head, I'm falling away.
the things that you say will haunt you one day

The doctor couldn't prescribe anything else
from his medicine shelf.
Cure thyself

My life's on a string,
I'd do anything
to get myself back.
I hang by a thread,
oh let's go to bed
and get ourselves back.

I just changed my mind, I traded it in
for a clean sheet of skin, empty within

Love's a creepy thing, gets under your skin,
starts sticking in pins and festering