HURT - CHIKA
Produced by:Derek Dixie/CHIKA
'Cross my T's dot my I's
Make my bed draw my blinds
Grieve the sun and tell the skies
This is going to hurt
Love hits like an edible
For some time incredible
Like physics it's inevitable
That this is going to hurt
Woeful captive foolish game
Know it always ends the same
Bloody hands yourself to blame
This is going to hurt