Wishbone Lyrics

I've been melted down, reduced to a wraith

I'm a brittle shell to be snapped in half

I'm in desperate need of some faith

I've been wearing my own face as a mask

I'm running out of luck

I can't stop fucking up

Must be doing something wrong

Took the wrong end of the wishbone

Shooting stars have done me no good

I can feel decay overtaking me

And I've got no use for knocking on wood

I'm rotting away, sickening sweet

I'm running out of luck

I can't stop fucking up

Must be doing something wrong

Took the wrong end of the wishbone

Every mile feels like ten

Every mile feels like ten

My brain's falling out through the roof of my mouth

Don't know if I'll make it through winter

I'm running out of luck

I can't stop fucking up

Must be doing something wrong

Took the wrong end of the wishbone

I'm running out of luck

And I can't stop fucking up

I must be doing something wrong

Took the wrong end of the wishbone

Yeah

Oh I...I must be doing something wrong

I must be doing something wrong