A plastic bag a rubber mask and a grin
What kinda state are you in
What kinda state are you feeling
Your my pest, restless legs to kill
You know I can't sit still
You know I can't stop moving
You spill your guts for everyone to wade through
Your skin starts peeling
I guess you let your guard down
And you play up some
People worried all night long
People always getting you wrong
Like me
And you sleep where you land
Little kid with blood on his hand
A stranger in a foreign land
Who slowly cuts their teeth
I break my bones to grow in the way you want me
I lost two stone to worry
I think sickness suits me
And you wear your smile like a contact high before long
The energys gone
Just another let down
Now what's the point in this sickened sense of humor
The constant teathing
The pain that makes us
And you play up some
People worried all night long
People always getting you wrong
Like me
And you sleep where you land
Little kid with blood on his hand
A stranger in a foreign land
Who slowly cuts their teeth
Woah I guess you let your guard down
Let your guard down
Like me
Woah I guess you let your guard down
Let your guard down
Like me
