Flawless, strike a pose, poignant
You dream of me in your bed
I’m not smelling of roses
Some things I haven’t told you
My body’s filled with roaches
And my nose is long from Lying
Something is smelling rotten
Don’t want to try at trying
Oh dear am I letting you down
Cuz I’m killing your hope
Cuz I’m eating this town and
You said
I’m hypocritical
And I think your correct
I’m the knife in my bed
Is this it is this it
Is this it is this it
My secrets are my best friends
Ease closer you’ll find out them
I reek of dirty laundry
Don’t even think I’m sorry
You’re daydreaming about me
Whilst I’m brush dirt out my teeth
When you hug me I turn to dust
Oh dear am I letting you down
Cuz I’m killing your hope
And I’m eating this town and
You said
I’m hypocritical
And I think your correct
I’m the knife in my bed
Is this it is this it
Is this it is this it
Are you disappointed in meYour favourite golden child is now ridden with fleas
Are you upset I cannot fly
Yet you’re the one that trimmed at my wings at night
Is this it is this it
Is this it is this it
