far away the drums play and burn away strings signature apears in pinkish markers
melts with our spit.

keep my arms, Cinderela
pull me apart
at print
our tongues taste like mint
and what we have to say
is irrelevant.

please let me call you a freak
but freaks like you are commonfolks
please come home to me
and sit on my tee vee

If that is in the outside
then outside is choking in
If that is in the inside
what are we looking in?
If you are floating over
don't let them call you in

If you look at the outside
outside is choking in
If you ever have the courage
don't let them call you in
don't let them call you here
don't let them call you weird
don't let them call you weird
don't let them call you weird