Body’s back-seat driver,
emotional conniver.
My heart’s a whiny bitch;
mediastinal stitch.
It wants her so much,
I can’t speak or touch.
My heart’s a whiny bitch;
mediastinal stitch.
Through cycles it’s filled
though never once stilled.
My heart’s a whiny bitch;
mediastinal stitch.
It feeds me this strife;
it’s bleeding for life.
My heart’s a whiny bitch;
mediastinal stitch.
