Little Lamb

I've got gum disease
I'm scared all my gums are gon' recede
I'm scared that you are still mad at me
I'm scared if I take the plaster off, it will bleed

There is no quick fix
I left it too long in my dish
Doctor can you fix it up with a stitch?
I'm craving structure in this mix

I- I fear I'm leaking out
Someone tipped me over it by my spout
And out we all watch me pour
All the people around me
Keep begging for more

I'm sorry I cried
Can't help it half the time
This bleeding heart of mine
Little Lamb in the bright light

If this Lamb's legs are blood and scratch
Not sure I place a cotton pad
I'll run and bite my tail and say
I'm sorry, time and time again
I'll rip my stuffing out and
I will cry for you to put it back
Do we use stitches or glue?
What is going to see me through?

I want to be your best
Mechanical, simply flawless
Wind me up, watch me impress
Stacking trophies on the shelf

I'm just a fucking pet
Wipe your eyes with me
When you're upset
Show me off to all your friends
Together 'til the very end

I'm scared that you will leave
So I'll keep pulling at your sleeve
Or maybe I'll push you so hard
Away, you'll be so far from me
Overthink each word, each glide
I'm t-t-terrified
Little achy fingeys
Pulling at me all the fucking time

(Try being in my head for a second)
(Come on in)

If this Lamb's legs are blood and scratch
Not sure I place a cotton pad
I'll run and bite my tail and say
I'm sorry, time and time again
I'll rip my stuffing out and
I will cry for you to put it back
Do we use stitches or glue?
What is going to see me through?