Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Gabriel Malicki Casas
Songwriter
Lyrics
In my hands white knuckled
Nose plugged, knees buckled
In my health know nothing
And by sickness to know sweet health
In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing
Then I find sun and I just lie around
I sweep your dust all up into a small pile
And kick it up so that it's scattered well
Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk
Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex
I've chosen I want you to want me instead
I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed
In my hands white knuckled
Nose plugged, knees buckled
In my health know nothing
And by sickness to know sweet health
In your cold dark shade I stand for nothing
Then I find sun and I just lie around
I sweep your dust all up into a small pile
And kick it up so that it's scattered well
Clipping the dead petals, feet on the desk
Oiling my dead hair and rouging my sex
I've chosen I want you to want me instead
I'm tired by the time that I spend in my bed
Writer(s): Alexander Malicki Casas
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