[Verse]
Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile is sweeter
When the sky is blushing too
Tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind?
I got no concept of a saviour
There's nothing I could do
[Chorus]
There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
[Verse]
In my mind, I'm a ballerina straight off of Degas' brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
In my life I'm just so angry
About all of еverything I never got
So whеn I fall, I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest, I'm just the ugliest
[Chorus]
There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise, make me wise
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile is sweeter
When the sky is blushing too
Tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind?
I got no concept of a saviour
There's nothing I could do
[Chorus]
There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
[Verse]
In my mind, I'm a ballerina straight off of Degas' brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
In my life I'm just so angry
About all of еverything I never got
So whеn I fall, I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest, I'm just the ugliest
[Chorus]
There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise, make me wise
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
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