The Itchy Glowbo Blow Lyrics

 Still stepping over me
 Little, he needs
  Didn't he? How hadn't he?
 Little, you may need
 
 And you know how sometimes
 When your face gives right in to him
 You've chosen your life for your man, yea
 And look at your goals
 Standing at his feet
  Didn't he? How hadn't he?
 Sometimes he flailed
 
 But you're glad he cares
 But you're glad he
 
 And you died sometimes
 When your face goes red in to him
 You've chosen your life for your man, yea
 For him? For yourself?
 Futile, in love
  Didn't he? How hadn't he?
 Futile is this fever
 
 And you died 
 Did I see dark lines?
 So, what have you got now?
 Futile, in love
  Didn't he? How hadn't he?
 Futile is this fever
 
 Splittin' down as far as me now
 Splittin' down as far as me now
 Splittin' down as far as me now
 Splittin' down as far as me