These women with their frantic energy
makes me better appreciate the notion for rest.
Cure me of this quest to understand the woman I am
Some days, full of frantic energy
Because I can feel things others choose not to see
But I like to open eyes
so I point at something deep down their insides
Small details cause nervous laughter
Big ideas, inner turmoil
Spring always seems to cause big ideas
That’s why we can’t stop screwing
Fuck the angst out of me
so I can rest.
Cure me of developing a personality
since no one can handle this.
Bleed It Out 