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 spit

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 at least

Sarah, my sweet, Sarah, my treat

Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her

Tell her, tell her