chamomile Songtext
von Field Medic

Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile
Is sweeter when the sky is blushing too

Tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind?
I′ve got no concept of a savior
There's nothing I could do
Nothing I could do

There′s something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise


In my mind I'm a ballerina
Straight off of Degas brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess

And in my lifе I′m just so angry
About all of everything I nevеr got
So when I fall I′m just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest, I′m just the ugliest

There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I′ve grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise, make me wise

Pale
But raging
With darkness
Like twilight