Embarrassed, possessed, and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me, for you, we knew they were lies
It makes me angry, ashamed, but really alive —
It may have worked, but at what price?
What’s the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk?
It was no surface but all feeling;
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe richer, maybe wiser
Seems so easy to not go too far
Beg me to stop, hate my face, I know
And tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep —
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No, not blood, just liquid from you —
I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling;
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming