Figure 8

Let me live

Through your vice

Mass appeal

I feel in ten breaths

It's a miracle if we're still alive

Can you touch it?

Is it real?

Paper cards that I feel

The slightest rip is a river

That's overflowing me

Something happened

Just above me

I've a baby inside

But I won't give birth

Till you insert yourself inside of me

I hear you whining

Baby, lively

I am an angel, hush now

My back wings give the hardest slap

That you've ever seen

Figures of eight around your face

Elaborate your eternity

You're so fucking fake that it's hurting me

I'm just jealous 'cause you're more alive

Than what I'll ever be

Can't hold up, I wish to take it all

Teach me how to lead with my middle finger

Boys growing boys growing girls into women

Teach me how to live life like I'm not a singer

Three, three, three, three, three, three, three

Hold that pose for me

Hush now, hush now

Let me live

Let me live

Hush now