Swimming in addiction Broadcast children live in fiction
Awake in lying shame, tweaked twilight sighs as she counts her money
Devils got my brain All narrow escapes Don't want to feel his hands again
When fever blisters remember this advice: Believe in your own lies
I couldn't quite describe all the tricks in your look
If comfort in skin come from within, then why can't I get some for free?
Come on Lord, everybody's tryin to die these days
Sinking in oblivion Keep constant love affairs
Angel got my heart, holds hard the pieces so it don't fall apart
We can hear you talk, got secret spies to tape you in the dark
Doll, don't live off the edge Sleep in bed alone
Blood dripping down her nose Getting it all over her clothes
Guess comfort in skin, don't come from within
She looks like she could use some help I might have to help myself
I can't stop thinking about what I'm gonna do to you