| I feel like a child with shampoo
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| In my eyes, yeah, sometimes I do
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| Bubble bath tears
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| A tub full of fears
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| Still fill it too high
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| After all these years
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| Happiness went away
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| Like a passing parade
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| Everybody stared and smiled
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| Breathless to feel restless
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| Like I did in the old days
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| Now isn’t the now I had in mind
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| I was so young to feel so low
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| And I was never scared of secondhand smoke
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| I remember saying that I’m gonna give up eating animals
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| I was so young to feel so low
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| And I was never scared of secondhand smoke
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| I remember saying that I’m gonna give up eating animals
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| I was once good at problem solving, most of the time the solution: dissolving
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| Sucked down the drain with the silt and the slime
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| Bubbles or not, it’s too hot every time
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| Happiness went away
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| Like the seventh of may
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| Colour drained out of the sky
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| Breathless to feel restless
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| Like I did in the old days
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| Now isn’t the now I had in mind
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| I was so young
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| To feel so low
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| And I was never scared of secondhand smoke
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| I remember saying that I’m gonna give up eating animals
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| I was underwealmed by the way things go
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| I bit my nails; |
| too much time alone
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| I remember saying that I’m gonna give up eating animals |