"Wilt" lyrics

I've got a surgeon's precision
And a drunk man's hand
They say I've stopped growing
So I do what I can
Nothing ever changes but the cigarette brand

Don't panic, this is just routine
Don't panic, this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain, but I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins and I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt
My misery will bury you
And I'm so sorry that I'm scaring you
But what was I supposed to do
As opposed to loving you?

I've got a surgeon's hand
And a drunk man's passion
I'm totally limbless
And I'm ready for action
Nothing ever changes but the taste of tobacco

Don't panic, this is just routine
Don't panic, this is just routine

You've got roses on the brain, but I'm all wilt
You've got snowflakes in your veins, but I'm all melt
You don't got blame on your breath, God bless, but all I taste is guilt
My misery will bury you
And I'm so sorry that I'm scaring you
But what was I supposed to do
As opposed to loving you?

You've got roses on the brain, but I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt
I'm all wilt

Now what am I supposed to do?