Dry Lips

So now I'm holding in my sides And my bags are over-spilling This leads me to think My guts have started to boil And my stomach keeps on spinning Thank you, my friends The next stop is not Echo Park So I shut my eyes, I'll pretend instead You don't have to tell me this is wrong I know, but I can't erase two years of my life Even in my dreams, if you turn up I'm unhappy I take a step and carve all the horns The wings are trapped in the door I sure feel the split And everyone is staring, it's all so overwhelming If they didn't look would I still complain? Of course I would A disquieting preoccupation The keys to a nightmare which I taped And made sure I watched daily This required a careful touch and a swinging chain Put the salty water in my broken wounds Tell her I give up, he's won I have lost all my humanity Tell her I give up I give this planet another ten years So my sweet, so, my treat Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her Tell her, tell her