Pulse in a Sickled Cell

Molt into a new skin
In a world from my visions
In bliss under late fall's gaze
I could go on about her
The avel cycle died the minute I saw her face

But I can't shake off the picture
Of you ripping my tight jeans and blouse
And fucking me with greed
You used to yank it to
The very hands that now pick until my poor skin bleeds

I won't let my art freely breathe
I gotta imbue your rue you were doomed for trees
But I don't even want that life
I just project what you feared onto myself face down fetal in bed
I'm such a fool

(Feel me alive)
Your voice rings through my brain like a pulse in a sickled cell
Hapless little Stratton boy
Sulking
Shackled by his ex in a swale
Cut the cord
Please just look away
Reap me of your venom dear
Cover the frame

But it's just in my head
It's just in my pretty little head
It's just in my head
Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair
You're just in my head
You're just in my fucked up little head
You're just in my head

(Feel me alive)
Your hands coarse through my veins
Make me pulse like a sickled cell
I kiss her and your eyes don't blink
It's numbing internal hell
Cut the cord
Please just look away
Reap me of your venom dear
Cover the frame

But it's just in my head
It's just in my pretty little head
It's just in my head
Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair
You're just in my head
You're just in my dainty little head
You're just in my head
Fucking leave get out of my head
It's just in my head
It's just in my pretty little head
It's just in my head
Get your sweaty fingers out of my hair
You're just in my head
You're just in my dainty little head
You're just in my head
Fucking leave get out of there