Armor - Rituals of Mine

Baby girl told me to own my shit

So I’m gonna own my shit

Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it

'Till the armor, it cannot fit

Baby girl told me to own my shit

So I’m gonna own my shit

Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it

'Till you cannot but feel this bitch

How strange

How strange it is to love

How strange

How strange it is to love

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired

Baby girl told me to own my shit

So I’m gonna own my shit

Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it

'Till I’m gone, I cannot quit

Aren’t you tired of losing your lips?

Aren’t you tired of thinking about them?

Gonna wrap my legs and heart around it

'Till I’m gone, and I cannot hit

How strange

How strange it is to love

How strange

How strange it is to love

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired

I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired, of thinking about you

Oh I’m tired, of thinking about you

I’m tired