Earhtcrosser — текст песни (Veruca Salt)

Sleep little flea
Little boy
Me a freak
Am I clean?
I feel like men
I feel like boys
I think I`m peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud


I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
I`m disconnected
I am unattached
An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud


I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale
Too sick
Too scrawny
But I`ll sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
It`s two a.m. and it`s quiet again
Where`s my lip gloss?