-h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z- (demo) Field Medic

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
Leaving your boys behind
I got no concept of a savior
There's nothing I could do
There's nothing I could do

There's something strange inside me
Diggin' holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry
So patient and 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 mess

In my life, I'm just so angry
'bout everything I never got
So when I fall I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest