Frida, 1939

I think I'm gettin' sick again I've been makin' friends that don't exist outside my head And I wish I said I love you more Instead of chasin' highs that left us wounded on the floor Just help me hold this down 'til I disappear I've been blind to all the love that's lost when you live in fear But I'm too scared to hold this in for another year I've been blind to all the times I've made it a prison here Mm-mm Mm (mm, mm) I panic when you wanna speak Blood rush to the head turns me an ugly shade of green 'Cause I just miscommunicate the point I'm starin' at surrealist self-portraits of a worried little boy Just help me hold this down 'til I disappear I've been blind to all the love that's lost when you live in fear But I'm too scared to hold this in for another year I've been blind to all the times I've made it a prison here I've made it a prison here I made it a prison (made it a prison) I'm too scared to hold this in for another year I've been blind to all the times I've made it a prison here