Sweat pools in a coffe cup
The heat seeps it's way indoors
Outside her clothes stick to her skin
Like a clinging lover she can't stand anymore
She wakes with a start most nights
Dry mouth, his voice still in her ears
Haunted by a guiding light
Whispers of a place far from here
There must be something wrong with her
Lurking just beneath the skin
Self-inflicted prophecy
She's picking at her wounds again
Foul vines stretch their arms for miles
Covering the highways outside town
Swallowing the summer rains
Cyclical misunderstandings
Sip slow from a wishing well
Tiptoe when you walk through hell
If I could hear you
Why would you be asking?
Get low when the drums come in
Go home, peel off your skin
If I could hear you
Why would you be asking?
I just want to feel like myself when I wear a t-shirt
Wanna feel like myself without putting on a skirt
Only like how I look when I'm drunk and I'm crying
Mascara running down, mycelium from my eyes
I can't wait to feel like myself
I can't wait to feel like me
There must be something wrong with her
Lurking just beneath the skin
Self-inflicted prophecy
She's picking at her wounds again
Foul vines stretch their arms for miles
Covering the highways outside town
Swallowing the summer rains
Cyclical misunderstandings
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