Julien

Body, sprawled out at the end of my bed Let the blood slowly run to my head And when my face turns red, I'll forget the words you said Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And I don't feel a thing, so I continue to tighten the string And when my finger turns blue, maybe I'll forget about you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh And I don't fit in my jeans, and when I get pissed, I rip at the seams Of the patch sewn to my back to keep the shaking at bay And hold me in the lines of the highway Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Oh, leave the TV on so I can hear the sounds It helps to fill the void of voices in my house But you listen over noise to hear my doubts Let it pool, collect, submerge The white hot pain, and the urge Might as well go and gut me with a knife Before I melt the wings that gave me flight