Can you turn into dust
Can you turn this around
Can you climb up her hair
Can you turn into dust
When I was young, I thought my father was somebody else
When I was young, my mother bathed me in the sink
Not today, a party with a demon
I don't lie, must have died a thousand times
Then I was done with all the daily poison altitudes
And I forgot
About the beauty, smiling back at you
Dancing up the stairs, trying to make me laugh again
Now she's washing over me
Can you turn into dust
Can you turn this around
Can you climb up her hair
Can you turn into dust
When I was young, I thought my father was somebody else
When I was young, my mother bathed me in the sink
Not today, a party with a demon
I don't lie, now she's washing over me
Can you turn into dust
Can you turn this around
Can you climb up your head
Can you turn into dust