I just wanna live in the space between your skin and clothes

It always smells like cigarettes but I'm getting used to it

But now I'm sitting here gouging my eyes out with the backside of a pencil

A lobotomy to feel spotless once again

Chemical in the way we touch

Lately its been getting too much to swallow

My stomach lining wasn't built for two

If I fall asleep at the wheel I hope I crash and burn in your front yard

Decapitated in my existence

If I called would you pick up

I've been thinking probably not

If I called would you pick up

I've been thinking probably not

Lately I've been feeling kinda down

My spineless recourse

The liquid courage that I drown

Won't make my insides clean anymore