Juliet
I get on my knees
speaking in tongues of washed out sun
and perfect clarity
well i get so delerious
I think myselves will split
standing on the sidewalk
sometimes it's as if
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
just scratching out my name
and everything's so lucid
and so creepy
since k got over me
since k got over me
all my senses shot
my hands are fixed
I'm really tired of making lists
it's just this emptiness
I can't chase it away
and when the evening paints the streets
when the evening paints the streets
it's like walking on a trampoline
I don't think I'll be happy anyway
just scratching out my name
but everything's so vivid
and so creepy
since k got over me
since k got over me
there's a hole inside my skull
with warm air blowing in
standing on the sidewalk
where do I begin?
I don't think I'll be happy anymore
I guess I closed that door
but every night a strange geometry
since k got over me
since k got over me
