Dry Lips

So now I'm holding in my sides
And my bags are over-spilling
This leads me to think
My guts have started to boil
And my stomach keeps on spinning
Thank you, my friends

The next stop is not Echo Park
So I shut my eyes, I'll pretend instead
You don't have to tell me this is wrong
I know, but I can't erase two years of my life
Even in my dreams, if you turn up I'm unhappy

I take a step and carve all the horns
The wings are trapped in the door
I sure feel the split
And everyone is staring, it's all so overwhelming
If they didn't look would I still complain?
Of course I would

A disquieting preoccupation
The keys to a nightmare which I taped
And made sure I watched daily
This required a careful touch and a swinging chain
Put the salty water in my broken wounds

Tell her I give up, he's won
I have lost all my humanity
Tell her I give up
I give this planet another ten years

So my sweet, so, my treat
Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her
Tell her, tell her