Dry Lips

My guts have started to boil
And everyone is staring, it's all so overwhelming
A disquieting preoccupation
And my stomach keeps on spinning

Sarah, my sweet, Sarah, my treat
This required a careful touch and a swinging chain

Of course I would
I sure feel the spit
And made sure I watched daily
If they didn't look would I still complain?
I know but I can't erase two years of my life

So I shut my eyes, I'll pretend instead
Tell her I give up, he's won
Put the salty water in my broken wounds

The wings are trapped in the door
Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her
I take a step and carve all the horns
Even in my dreams if you turn up I'm unhappy
You don't have to tell me this is wrong
The keys to a nightmare which I taped
I give this planet another ten years at least
This leads me to think
The next stop is not echo park

I have lost all my humanity
Tell her I give up
Thank you, my friends