Pulse in a Sickled Cell

Molt into a new skin In a world from my visions In bliss under late fall's gaze I could go on about her The avel cycle died the minute I saw her face But I can't shake off the picture Of you ripping my tight jeans and blouse And fucking me with greed You used to yank it to The very hands that now pick until my poor skin bleeds I won't let my art freely breathe I gotta imbue your rue you were doomed for trees But I don't even want that life I just project what you feared onto myself face down fetal in bed I'm such a fool (Feel me alive) Your voice rings through my brain like a pulse in a sickled cell Hapless little Stratton boy Sulking Shackled by his ex in a swale Cut the cord Please just look away Reap me of your venom dear Cover the frame But it's just in my head It's just in my pretty little head It's just in my head Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair You're just in my head You're just in my fucked up little head You're just in my head (Feel me alive) Your hands coarse through my veins Make me pulse like a sickled cell I kiss her and your eyes don't blink It's numbing internal hell Cut the cord Please just look away Reap me of your venom dear Cover the frame But it's just in my head It's just in my pretty little head It's just in my head Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair You're just in my head You're just in my dainty little head You're just in my head Fucking leave get out of my head It's just in my head It's just in my pretty little head It's just in my head Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair You're just in my head You're just in my dainty little head You're just in my head Fucking leave get out of there