| Come on, skinny love, just last the year | 
| Pour a little salt, we were never here | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer | 
| I told my love to wreck it all | 
| Cut out all the ropes and let me fall | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Right at the moment this order’s tall | 
| And I told you to be patient | 
| And I told you to be fine | 
| And I told you to be balanced | 
| And I told you to be kind | 
| And in the morning, I’ll be with you | 
| But it will be a different kind | 
| 'Cause I’ll be holding all the tickets | 
| And you’ll be owning all the fines | 
| Come on, skinny love what happened here | 
| Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| Sullen load is full, so slow on the split | 
| And I told you to be patient | 
| And I told you to be fine | 
| And I told you to be balanced | 
| And I told you to be kind | 
| And now all your love is wasted | 
| Then who the hell was I? | 
| 'Cause now I’m breaking at the bridges | 
| And at the end of all your lies | 
| Who will love you? | 
| Who will fight? | 
| And who will fall far behind? | 
| Come on, skinny love | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my | 
| My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my |