I've got a new
I've got a new
I've got a new problem now
I'm letting you
I'm letting you
I'm letting you
I wish you were made of glass
So I could see through you
I wish you were made of glass
But I don't get to choose you
I've got a new
I've got a new
I've got a new problem now
I'm letting you
I'm letting you
I'm letting you under now
I wish you were made of glass
So I could see through you
I wish you were made of glass
But I don't get to choose you
Why I feel this way, I can't explain
I feel this way, I can't explain
I feel this way, I can't explain
Why I feel this way, I can't explain
I feel this way, I can't explain
I feel this way, I can't explain
I can't explain
I wish you were made of glass
So I could see through you
I wish you were made of glass
But I don't get to choose you
But you're skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones
Skin and bones
