Why do you think it's funny girl?
Pulled your hair out on the kitchen floor
The days knot a pretty bow
Out of tangled poems and mantras
Wake up, shivering, wake up, talking, wake up, covered in sweat
Mother, Father, the spoon fed hours
Methyl-tired who's there? Whatever
Nothing left to comfort her
But the hollow
The hollow shapes of angels
The hollow
The hollow shapes of angels
Why do you live in box girl?
Why won't you make some room girl?
The scars and small pauses
And the black and blue beauty marks
Wake up, running, wake up, falling, wake up, gasping for breathe.
Mother, Father, the spoon fed hours
Methyl-tired who's there? Whatever
Nothing left to comfort her
But the hollow
The hollow shapes of angels
The hollow
The hollow shapes of angels
Why do you wear that smile girl?
Why do I want to be you girl?
The pharmaceutical rituals
And the paraffin flavored cigarettes
Wake up, bound, wake up, groping, wake up, covered in blood
Head back, arms spread
Backwards I'm falling
Like the hollow
The hollow shapes of angels
The hollow
The hollow shapes of angels