Sweetest Cure Hugo

I wanna find peace in my own skin
In my own skin
Breath out, breath in

Thinking of your eyes
Promises you gave
Promises you gave
We're doomed, not saved

Now cut to commercial
Just cut to commercial

What the hell am I s'posed to do
Choose a world over you
I'm afraid I'm just too small
I think I'd be no use at all

Word's out somehow
You're the sweetest cure
I never got to taste

Lost in the tide of sex and death
Of sex and death
Your hair, your hair

I want you again
Don't wanna be your friend
I wanna be a door
Not a voyeur