Leave yourself alone. Leave yourself alone. (Leave yourself alone). Can't you see. You're only here. To be torn apart. Based upon. And nothing else. .
The Railway Arch Confessional. I wrote your name in white emulsion. I drift away with silver faces on display. . I wake up in an ice cold sweat and my skin.
Tiger eyelashes, summer wine. Goosebump soup and Honey Pie. Piggy in the middle I'm the baddest daddy. About to make my golden move. Apocalyptic lipstick campaign.
He bit your lip. And on the tip. Of your tongue. Was your view. The heavy belt. With how you felt. In ways. That tilted you. . The paper cuts. From the love letter.
I can still remember. When your city smelt exciting. I still get a whiff. Of that aroma now and then. Burglary and fireworks. The skies they were alighting.
Hot procession. Gloomy Conga of glum looking beauties. Strolling through the opening scene. Where'd you want it?. It's your decision honey, my planets or yours?.
Ah. Bad habits. Sick puppy. Thigh high. Knee deep. . Do you wanna hold hands?. Should we get back down?. She wanna slow dance?. . Should've known, little girl that you'd do me wrong.
Watch me get it get it wrong at the top of my lungs. While you front for every one, while you tip toe for fun. I can scream until your ears bleed, you're gonna never hear me.
I don't wanna say what I got on my mind. 'Cause nothing tonight wants to. Come out on time. The truth is I'd rather sit out and unwind. Let somebody else tell their story this time.
I am standing on the edge of returning. Or just running away. I am letting myself look the other way. And the hardest part in all of this is. I don't think I know my way back home.
My life is a musical. I know how to put on a pretty pathetic show. I hide backstage, keep the curtains closed. 'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared. I'm getting pretty good at feeding them the lines they like.
I don't want your sugar and spice, sugar and spice. I don't want your sugar and spice, sugar and spice. Whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh, whoa oh oh.
Take me all the places that we used to go. The starlit city, our make-shift home. I'm not scared to hold your hand. On the streets of our own land. . Slow down, just breathe,.
I'm sorry about your parents, they sound like bad people. Your daddy sounds like a jerk. I guess your mama didn't know the gift she got when she got you.
I can't help but close my eyes for life. And dream a different ending. That when I wake, I won't be so exhausted. And I will stop with my pretending. That I'm fine, I'm fine if I can fool myself tonight.
And the beat goes on, drone drone like a metronome. Day in and day out I know how the story gonna go. Typical, typical, tongue tied and weak willed. Stuck on the sedative, evidently to sleep well.
The music is in my blood, you don't understand. The music is in my blood, you don't understand. . Sleepless nights at the black and white keys. I'll let my fingers say it for me.
Seems like everywhere I go. Everybody wanna know. What's it like to be a girl in the music world. Woah. . You see me sexist believe me I get it. We'd probably sell more records if I flaunted my ass and chest but forget it.
I'm lucky if I ever see the light of day again. My skin is choking me. My feeble walls are closing in. This cell is filled with scholars easing me. They're teasing me.
I have a heart that gets on everybody's nerves. They don't want the truth, they just want the words. Blah blah blah blah and I can sing until I'm dead.