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
I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold you'll find
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
I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold you'll find
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
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 they're playing
I'll introduce you to producers
I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
I'm so confused
This industry has made me cold you'll find
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
And it suits me just fine
