It's my arms that
Wrap you up nice
It's my arms
It's my arms baby
Small rooms with
Record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
I'll introduce you to producers
I'll write your songs and
Make them way damn shorter
CHORUS:
I'm so confused
This industry has
Made me cold
I trusted you to
Make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear
It's taking longer
Blood sweat and years will
Make me way damn stronger
It's my words that fail
To give insight
I blame you, blame me baby
Repeat chorus
It suits me just fine
This is the package
I'm sending
These are the clothes
That I'm wearing
These are the words
That I'm saying
These are the notes
That they're playing
I'll introduce you to producers
I'll write your songs and
Make them way damn shorter
Repeat chorus
And it suits me just fine
