From the recording Space Glitch & Electric Jazz Funk
Lyrics
I know I'm not sincere
But I want to be, I want to be, I want to be
I live my life in fear
That if I open up my heart to you
Then I will come to pieces
I'm always feeling guilty
But I never change, I'm on the defence
And I wear this mask of pretence
But if you go you'll kill me
I am sustained by your attention
And baby, I don't want to starve
Feed me
Feed me like your ego
Rip my fucking heart out
So I can wear it on my sleeve
You know the kind of eats
The red hot treats
The kind of sticky sweets I'm craving
And I'll grow big and strong
Look at my branches
I need some water in the worst way
If you came to help
You'd better hurry
My heart is caged inside my body
With my ego and my worries
I'd rather let it breathe out in the milieu
And if you satiate my appetite
Then I'll stay hungry for you
Feed me
Feed me like your ego
Rip my fucking heart out
So I can wear it on my sleeve
Feed me
Feed me like your ego
Smother me in kisses
And teach me all that you know
Feed me
Feed me like your ego
Go on and rip my fucking heart out
So I can wear it on my sleeve
It's prone to hurt and sorrow
But if it's cooped up with my ego
Well then I'd rather take my chances
And wear it on my sleeve)
(But If I open up my heart to you...)