Turpentine

Step out of my head and take a breath surrounded by you but it feels like

She's down the hall and looks at me I say it all but it seems like

Sit on back and hit recline take a hit of turpentine

Draw yourself on the mirror now your lipstick-burst face of a child

Screaming again, but my tone is deaf she can't hear I start over

Raining hard and my brain is wet Bleeding snow and it feels like

Sit on back and hit recline take a hit of turpentine

Draw yourself on the mirror now your lipstick-burst face of a child

Was a time when you made me smile but it's been a while grey clouds above

Call me your love and don't kill the dove goes straight to voicemail