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