I was lonely and not feeling like myself
For a second the lack of tactile controlled what came out of my mouth all the while
Pretending your hair was a ruler longer

The lashes fit, but the lips ain't buying it

Take all the toothpaste and water you need

Kinda wishing I could scrub out this memory before it sinks
Now laughing to myself over its stupidity
Won't you join me?


There's music to be made
But I've got no one to play


Didn't get high from the first but the second did the trick
Escaping from what I did

The responses from myself were hard enough to endure
Please keep the secret safe at two
Though knowing you it's already doubled to four


There's music to be made
But I've got no one to play


And, when, the, morning calls
Through lace drapes and over drawers

The sun around the mirror frame
I see it's a game
It's a game


The shame has been coming out through my skin
Two dark circles where a happy blush should be

Am I drunk on the power of curves
Or am I simply a !@%@ craving a verse?


Well I guess it worked as here I am
Notebook, humility, and pen
How will you paint me?

You're the type to tell your friends
Mistake, and I blame me
Impatient

Foolish in my self-doubt and my
Fishing expedition


I don't feel better about myself
Worse in fact
Wish I'd stayed on the shelf