Beautiful
Song: Self
No sense of self
To balance it off
Preconceived notions of something
That everyones gone
Will I show up
With all that I have to give
Would you consider it a gift
But that
Doesnt matter anyway
It doesnt matter anyway
It doesnt matter anyway you
Liar
You're such a
Liar
On your hands and knees
Picking up the broken pieces
Liar
You're such a
Liar
On your hands and knees
Afraid to turn my head
For fear of whats behind me
Only one resourse left
So dont
YOU'RE NOT UP TO MUCH
Not up to much
She's imitative
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live
Her mind is in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's Oedipus
Not up to much
She gets the check
For car tax
She is Oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered
Thanks
Too much Warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
A body map
Her mind's in pieces
She said we can't all live in semi-detached houses
She's Oedipus
She gets the check
For car tax
With barely a muttered thanks
Too much Warehouse shop
Too many fancy hats
Clothes imitation
Body map
Her mind's in pieces
Her ballroom days are deceased
Love's boat is smashed
Against existence
She got set walking
Walking irritant
Not up to much
Not up to much
And love's boots
Smashed against existence
Got set to walking
Irritant
She's imitiative
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
She's not up to much
Not up to much
Not up to much
She's not up to much