Carved Like a Carpenter

There's no room in here for you
It's all filled up with rain that's soaked right through
And I know it can get better, but what if I don't want it
What's the point in staying in a pool of my own vomit
There's no room in here, what's a girl to do

I've got bells in my belly
Horns in my head
A cello in my chest
They'll wail until I'm dead
I've got playthings aplenty
Bad dreams in my bed
Monsters down below me
Fetid, underfed

And I'm carved... carved like a Carpenter

There's nowhere to go once you leave the stage
Nowhere to put all the ipecac and rage
But some parts of me don't belong in the light
They flex and find their purchase when I'm home alone at night
There's nowhere to go, better act your age

What to say what to say what to say what to say
But you never come... you never come
What to say what to say what to say
It's just the radio



Credits
Writer(s): Jupiter Zirkua
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