chamomile

Traded my creative whim For a level head and a phantom limb You know chamomile Is sweeter when the sky is blushing too Tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind? I've got no concept of a savior There's nothing I could do Nothing I could do There's something strange inside me Digging holes with house keys I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise In my mind I'm a ballerina Straight off of Degas brush And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess And in my lifе I'm just so angry About all of everything I nevеr got So when I fall I'm just the ugliest I'm just the ugliest, I'm just the ugliest There's something strange inside me Digging holes with house keys I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise Make me wise, make me wise Pale But raging With darkness Like twilight