dirty duds Songtext
von Vanillaroma

I′m biting keratin
My fingers hold the keys to the vault
I found a therapist
He laughed and told me its all your fault
The good Samaritan
I pay him just to stare at a clock and tell me to stop
And reinforce my arrogance


Been getting very very very very good at doing nothing
On the weekends I can pretend I am all that I need
Still I can barely hold my head up
I just play dumb like a doorknob
I know I don't trust my own thoughts
I know they don′t trust me

And now I miss you more than ever
But maybe I'm just misremembering
You used to think it'd last forever
I used to say I′m fine while quietly dying
Won′t fall again
I know the tricks
I pulled myself off the crucifix
It's just as well if you were through with it
I′m still in love it don't make no sense to me


I thought I
I thought I was
Your dream boy
Your dream boy