Where have you been debutante?
Your eyes are painted shut
The culprit is the glossy wand
You used when you made up
That pretty face ,
replaced something
Knuckles buried deep within
The grip of a six pack
The ice reminds you of the very urge your pushing back
There’s a burning but you need it so
There’s a raincloud and its heading back my way
There’s a valley where they’re giving out heartbreak
I’m on high ground but I tell you I’m sliding down
And here I am just watching all
The walkers and their dogs
Hiding in plain sight like a good sentry of the smog
Invisible to only those who see, me
There’s a raincloud and its heading back my way
There’s a valley where they’re giving out heartbreak
Intoxicated, cause I’m thinking about her face
And its quiet when the big one starts to quake
And its quiet, when the big one starts to shake
Its all quiet when the big one starts to shake
