when i’m in my room milk curdles in the sun
when i’m in my room bring a magnet to the haystack
when i’m in my room cat eyes glare through the smoke
when i’m in my room alone
there is an itch i scratch every night
a hole i hide behind my eyes
a bulbous mess of innocent evil
now i’ve come too far
a saturday song in monday’s heart
a modern day man fermenting, rotting
in the womb, in my room
when i’m in my room
i flick the switch, betray the itch
i know just what you’re thinking
when i’m in my room
i don’t want to be alone
and i don’t mind telling you so
smart phone making me so dumb
my dumb luck is a setting sun
there is an itch i scratch every night
a hole i hide behind my eyes
a bulbous mess of innocent evil
now i’ve come too far
a saturday song in monday’s heart
a modern day man fermenting, rotting
in the womb, in my room
there is an itch i scratch every night
a hole i hide behind my eyes
a bulbous mess of innocent evil
now i’ve come too far
a saturday song in monday’s heart
a modern day man fermenting, rotting
in the womb, in my room