Frances Bean

Maintain the softest spot on my brain If I don't I'll choke for certain Like the shower curtains I'll hang onto the past The things you say I just can't grasp I hope you know I don't mean bad But I can't get it through my head like that My word is my bond to the lies that I tell Through soapy water can't see the eyes when they swell So give a smile Mild at least Contort over backwards to kiss their feet Echos are accepted to know you're real Compliance is demanded but spineless is ideal It's the saddest thing I've ever seen In Utero depression like Frances Bean Hole in my soul keep me off my feet I lose a little more with every beat I accept who I am and what I can do But I don't know if I plan to Bat to the head its the end Last breath dead that's what I send If heartache is the only pain you feel Can the words you say be the ones that heal Its the saddest thing I've ever seen In Utero Depression like Frances Bean