Crystal clear ignoration is killing me
Stuff it full of colored candy bars
They ought to make these pointy things more parent-proof
I'm forgetting who my skin cells really are
Take me to the spring
Full of screens showing filthy things
You can see my baby pictures on the wall and they can sing
I'm not alive
I want to be the one you like
I haven't seen you since before the happy days
I guess you saw me switch on the TV
Have a glass of sweat that's more familiar
I wrang every drop out of the sheets
You forgot your weird
But I brought my queer
The people in the home say they're the same
Never let it go
Unless somebody knows
That what you're always holding is a blade
They should've sang
I'm not alive
I want to be the one you like
What's the deal when all you feel is stolen
How could I believe your eyes are golden
And where's the steel that left our bodies broken
Is it there
In your hair
Like a token
I'm not alive
I want to be the one you like