| I could have you up in arms
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| And I could have you singing
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| I’m a confident speaker
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| I could tell you anything
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| I was standing on the table
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| Legs by the light right near the window
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| I could see them walking past
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| They were laughing
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| No one we know
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| They caught me by the ankles and they shook me out
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| My brain is fuzzy
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| I’m a sugar coated pill and I’m a pick me up
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| And put me down again
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| They hollowed me out
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| Wore me like a glove
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| So many hands
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| I’ve been dreaming of
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| You could use my rib cage as a pillow
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| It doesn’t suit me
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| I feel flimsy when I grin
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| Like a stretched out piece of skin
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| Beat the dust straight out of me
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| I’ll come clean in the end
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| Really I like the yellow 'round the edges
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| Of my bruises as they mend
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| They caught me by the ankles and they shook me out
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| My brain turned fuzzy
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| I’m a sugar coated pill and I’m a pick me up
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| And put me down again
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| They hollowed me out
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| Wore me like a glove
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| So many hands
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| I’ve been dreaming of |