Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile
Is sweeter when the sky is blushing too
Tell me have you ever thought
Of leavin' your boys behind?
I’ve got no concept of a savior
There’s nothing I could do
Nothin' I could do
There’s somethin' strange inside me
Diggin' holes with house keys
I’ve grown vulgar, vacant, and angry
So patient & passive
I thought that would make me wise
'cause in my mind
I’m a ballerina
Straight off of Degas brush
And when I fall I
Make a pretty pink mеss
In my life, I’m just so angry
'Bout all of everything I nеver got
So when I fall I’m
Just the ugliest
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile
Is sweeter when the sky is blushing too
Tell me have you ever thought
Of leavin' your boys behind?
I’ve got no concept of a savior
There’s nothing I could do
Nothin' I could do
There’s somethin' strange inside me
Diggin' holes with house keys
I’ve grown vulgar, vacant, and angry
So patient & passive
I thought that would make me wise
'cause in my mind
I’m a ballerina
Straight off of Degas brush
And when I fall I
Make a pretty pink mеss
In my life, I’m just so angry
'Bout all of everything I nеver got
So when I fall I’m
Just the ugliest
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