Type Face Love Letter

Got holes in my fucking hands, 
Cause I can't fucking sleep. 
All those holes in my fucking hands, 
Lead me to believe. 
That I waited, and I waited, 
For something that's gone all wrong. 
And I waited, 
For something thta's come undone. 
I got a heart attack theory, 
In the pocket of my jeans. 
And I know I got something, 
And it's not what It seems. 
Like a bull without horns. 
And a god on the mend. 
Limping, bored to avoid. 
Something fails in my head.