[Verse 1]
It's my arms that wrap you up nice
It's my arms, my arms, baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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]
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
It suits me just fine (x2)

[Bridge](x2)
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 that they're playing

[Pre-Chorus]
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

And it suits me just fine