It's my arms that wrap you up nice

It's my arms, it's my arms, baby

Small rooms with record exec types

Whisper away my future lately



I'll introduce you

To producers

I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter



Chorus:

I'm so confused

This industry has made me cold you'll find

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old



Shock me with fear it's taking longer

Blood, sweat, and years will make me way damn stronger



It's my words that fail to give insight

I blame you, blame me, baby



Chorus



It suits me just fine



This is the package I'm sending

These are the clothes that I'm wearing

These are the words that I'm saying

These are the notes they're playing



I'll introduce you to producers

I'll write your songs and make them way damn shorter



Chorus



And it suits me just fine