Glass

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