Veruca Salt - Earhtcrosser текст песни

Sleep little flea

Little boy

Me a freak

Am I clean?

I feel like men

I feel like boys

I think Im peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud

I hear the ocean

I hear the crowd

Im disconnected

I am unattached

An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure

Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision

And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud

I hear the ocean

I hear the crowd

Too pale

Too sick

Too scrawny

But Ill sleep here anyway

And the sheets smell like bodies

Not mine

Not yours

Its two a.m. and its quiet again

Wheres my lip gloss?