Wrong Stuff by Erin Anne Lyrics

I can't remember when I became so mean
It isn't acid reflux, it's gasoline
Poured into a car battery

It's the wrong stuff

I'm sick of being hungry but I am hungry to be sick
What to make of this
Hope you'll get all my hidden messages
I wrote this song for you and
Told you my good news
But it's not enough

'Cause it's the wrong stuff

We've spent our lives speaking in exquisite corpses
Choking on the subtext
What if I took some glue to join us back together at the stomach
Then would you feel me where my skin is soft

But it's the wrong stuff
I love you
Will you hold me
I love you
Will you hold me
I love you
Will you hold me
I love you
Will you hold me
I love you
Will you hold me