Step out of my head and take a breath surrounded by you but it feels like
She's down the hall and looks at me I say it all but it seems like
Sit on back and hit recline take a hit of turpentine
Draw yourself on the mirror now your lipstick-burst face of a child
Screaming again, but my tone is deaf she can't hear I start over
Raining hard and my brain is wet Bleeding snow and it feels like
Sit on back and hit recline take a hit of turpentine
Draw yourself on the mirror now your lipstick-burst face of a child
Was a time when you made me smile but it's been a while grey clouds above
Call me your love and don't kill the dove goes straight to voicemail
Written in pain and I will abstain but I can't feel your love
Sit on back and hit recline take a hit of turpentine
Draw yourself on the mirror now your lipstick-burst face of a child