-h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z- (demo)

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 got no concept of a savior

There's nothing I could do

There's nothing I could do

There's something strange inside me

Diggin' holes with house keys

I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry

So patient and passive

I thought that would make me wise

'Cause in my mind I'm a ballerina

Straight off of Degas brush

And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess

In my life, I'm just so angry

'bout everything I never 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

Diggin' 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