dust me off im undiscovered a thorn in your side dust me off im undiscovered still under your arm im tired of pulling teeth tired of me im tired of falling for every word you speak im a migraine im the pulsing in your veins youre the cold shock i felt in my fingertips im the smoke in your lungs like situational therapy youll need me everything looks better from the window theres confidence and consequence and youve lost track of what that means which is which and the lines in between im tired of pulling teeth im tired of me