Album: Flake
the future seems so blurry at Lulu's Alibi
where you sip your scalding tea
life is ordinary; you bend down to tie your lace
you better stay there on your knees
the truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear
wish I could throw up all my tainted fears
you give up pretending
and I stare at the stain on my shirt, it's been so long
and I start comprehending when you talk about Michelle
how I'd like to break her neck
the truth is rarely pure and never simple, dear
wish I could throw up all my tainted fears