Brainwash yyrr Face
Sideways when I talk
The streetlamp, I dont walk
Well, I dont ever like to look that way
The secret I dont keep
The blurry fitful sleep
Well, that was not what I had meant to say...say
****** her, slept in
Scratch marks, red linen
Well, I dont like it either way I stray
Sideways when I talk
The streetlamp, I dont walk
Well, I dont ever like to look that way