Triangle of piercings
God how they're so interesting
She's sunbathing on my thoughts right now
While I'm looking from the clouds
The lights are off
But someone's home
A lonesome moth
Staring at the phone
Waiting for it to light
Casting shadows on everyone's life
Her bleach white dyed blonde hair
I'd love to be a lice in there
Just to feel her touch when I was crushed
But I can't bite hard enough
The lights are off
But someone's home
A lonesome moth
Staring at the phone
Waiting for it to light
Casting shadows on everyone's life
They say that before you die
Life flashes before your eyes
So attempted suicide
Let me see her face, one more time