My grandparents never bounced me on their left knee
But my knee bounces like it\'s supposed to that way
I remember the movies and special effects
Of delusion, confusion all in one set
But they didn\'t show the migraine that comes before
What\'s next?
I\'m never ill but I feel sick
Gripping my side\'s so I don\'t lose it
Breathing rabid, heart attack
Trying to control
Won\'t. Let. It. Out
I can\'t sleep but I\'m still dreaming
Screaming everytime I see it
For this isn\'t a nightmare but the best dream I\'ve had
Of pearly whites that sicken myself
Only a touch and I\'ll be ok
But a touch is illegal and I\'m not ok
Do you think they\'d have my picture smiling?
Held up by pathetic tacks
and notes on how I wanted to kill myself
Oh they\'ll search and search
but I\'ve been lost for years
Following flowers and every. Single. Move
I know everything I\'m a degree in florists
I could tell you their entire routine
And darling you\'re the prettiest rose I\'ve ever seen
No. No. No. No.
I don\'t know what to do with oh so much
Sat. Quaking. Quakung. Quaking. Waiting.