Throwing Muses - Ellen West
That last one messed me up
Things look bad
Things look tragic
I keep looking in the mirror
Afraid that I won’t be there
Courting ellen west, dancing on her grave
Saving ellen west
My house is full of demons
I swear to god, I need to go to bed
I need to go to sleep
I’m awake with a vengeance
Saving ellen west ’cause she wanted it
This way
My mouth is full of demos
I swear to God I need to go to bed
I need to go to sleep
I need that hope chest
I need to breathe, I need you here
I need to disappear