Sleepwalker Shit-Talker
Sweet talking man
Never tell the truth
Don't ever shake their hands
Unless you're keeping proof
Dogs don't ever bite
Unless they know you're bad
Or unless they smell your fear
It makes them really mad
So they snap right at your face
Try to get you really good
Try to make it so you never wanna come around again
Wheels spinning
And I'm picking up the road
Taking it some place else for someone else to know
This place I really like is quiet when it's loud
It's filled with petty thieves and a late night bar crowd
They've got these real big lungs there so they can talk and talk and talk
Sleepwalker, who shakes you out of bed at night?
Where are these ghosts?
Who is out to get you?
Jesus made of gold
We're taking all your pills
We're wearing all your makeup
And paying all your bills
Submissive position
Staring at the floor
You could take it all
But you want even more
So masochistic
Chewing on my nails
Try to make it so I never wanna come around again
I am ungrateful and
I am worn out
I am every problem and every single doubt
Dry and cracked
Floating in the wind
To settle on the earth
To get picked back up again
This place I really like is slow when it's fast
Talking to the paisleys in the wallpaper
(Please just tell me something I [?] know)
Sleepwalker, who shakes you out of bed at night?
Where are these ghosts?
Who is out to get you?
Sleepwalker, who shakes you out of bed at night?
Where are these ghosts?
Who is out to get you?
Smooth skin on a soft skeleton
You're paper thin and highly flammable
(Oh so highly flammable)
Sweet talking man
Never tell the truth
Don't ever shake their hands
Unless you're keeping proof
Dogs don't ever bite
Unless they know you're bad
Or unless they smell your fear
It makes them really mad
They snap right at your face
Try to get you really good
Try to make it so you never wanna come around again
Wheels spinning
And I'm picking up the road
Taking it some place else for someone else to know
This place I really like is quiet when it's loud
It's filled with petty thieves and a late night bar crowd
They've got these real big lungs there
Talk and talk and talk
Jesus made of gold
We're taking all your pills
We're wearing all your makeup
And paying all your bills
Submissive position
Staring at the floor
You could take it all
But you want even more
So [narcissistic/masochistic?]
I'm staring at the [?]
Try to make it so I never wanna come around again
I am ungrateful and
I am worn out
I am every problem and every single doubt
Dry and cracked
Floating in the wind
To settle on the earth
To get picked back up again
This place I really like is slow when it's fast
Talking to the paisleys in the wallpaper
Talking to the paisleys in the wallpaper
Talking to the paisleys in the wallpaper