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