Tekst
Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth
Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced
Get out of bed, please go away
Get out, get out, get out!
You see a liar in the mirror, he's sneering in that way
That makes you feel unsafe, insane
And you hate to see his face
You punch the mirror to shut him up, but he won't go away
He just multiplies, intensifies
He's twenty tiny blades
Is it getting better?
It's really getting worse
I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts
The forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn
We're controlling it
We've got it handled
Thanks for your concern
