Calling out for someone to take this all away Calling out for anyone to make it go away Try to kill the picture the flowers in her hair Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care
Staring at a paper cup The emptiness inside She's going high someday She's going high someday.
Living with a photograph is really not the same I've kept it in the suitcase where noone ever came Watching other insects as they feel around my walls They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all Stare again - the photograph The plastic is her mind She's going high someday She's going high someday.
Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls
Staring at my body, Christ! It isn't mine at all.
Crying out for someone to make it go away To take away this photograph so I can live again Staring at the plastic cups The emptiness inside She's going high someday She's going high someday.
Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls
Now I'm waiting for that day, Yes, I'm waiting here that day.