Wash your hands and throw it all away
The scraps with the dinner plate
Cnd I just can't relate
Cnymore, anymore, anymore
Tilt your head so you can better hear the voice I carry low
Up the stairs and through the walls was once so muffled now you know
Why I was putting up a fight
Bleeding knuckles
I am bound to get this one thing right
Grieving for the girl with marble eyes
Cs I sat still and watched the cement dry around me and I
Wished that I could fly
But no one found me in a heap of bones
Cnd it's no great feat to wander through the world alone
Or whisper through a waking dream
Sour company curdling the cream
Singing la la