Eyedea & Abilities Factory
The stars in your eyes are almost blinding*
I know I should look away
I’m honestly trying
I act like I’m here
It’s really hard to care
For there’s a thin line between
Your wit and your whining
I’m just a shadow when you’re shining
I look forward to putting it all behind me
Kneel before your ego
It’s funny how some people
Have a way of making the Milky Way look tiny
Somewhere between the drama and the dry-heave
Collapse on command using gravity to guide me
You’re so hip-hop, you’re so punk rock
You’re so so so so cliché
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
I'm never interested
I plot my recovery and sleep in the mold of your milk
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
You got the credit for my kill
The stars look like eyes
Judging as they gaze upon the long face you wear
When it’s your right to say they’re wrong
You put no one above you
But they can tell you’re troubled
As you pick up your things
And sleep alone when the day is done
You used to get in fights for fun
It’s your way of getting close to someone
When you don’t know how to love
I feel sorry for you
Even though your fans adore you
The more you try to wiggle your way loose
The more you get stuck
You’re so sex, you’re so drugs
You’re so rock and roll, you’re so in the moment
You’re so self-centered, you’re so sad cause
You’re so so so so cliché.
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
I'm never interested
I plot my recovery and sleep in the mold of your milk
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
You got the credit for my kill
