The leaves are dead
The door is closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I just want to be alone
The sand is washed away
The sea it must've ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it
The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic
The door is closed
The garbage screams at my feet
I just want to be alone
The sand is washed away
The sea it must've ate it
The cement glows grey
And I begin to like it
The dishes are cracked
The forks are plastic
The food is in cellophane
And I puke elastic