Chamomile

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

I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest

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

Make me wise
Make me wise

Pale, but raging
With darkness
Like twilight