there's retching in the bathroom
cut my fingers on the strings
the way i make believe
throw myself into everything
i wanna take a trip through a gardenhead
grow stupid in the sun
shed my shirt like dead skin
pirouette like nothings happened
when they bob their heads like strawberries
something bursts in me
when they toss cold light across my chest
towels serenade sweetly
watch em bristle and grow; light the way
feel it bubble & bloat, turn my head
it's not the way it's supposed to be
then i feel her leg brushing over me
flail your arms
put up a fight
if you go make sure we know