Text: Veruca Salt. Eight Arms To Hold You. Earthcrosser.

Sleep little flea little boy me a freak
Am I clean I feel like men I feel like boys I think I'm peeling
The ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd
I'm disconnected I am unattached
An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision, blurry vision
And the ringing in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd
Too pale too sick too scrawny but I'll sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine not yours, not yours
It's two am and it's quiet again
Where's my lip gloss
And the ringing in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean I hear the crowd ....