Time is our enemy, release is the ketamine,
Sound is a distant scream, vomit in my ice cream.
Bruises on my thighs, my reflection in your eyes;
A mess in a dress stained with vodka and hair dye.
Curled up on the floor, in a room with no décor,
With peels and apple cores and the pests that we ignore.

Time is our enemy, water is but kerosene,
Life is a hopeless dream, I am swimming downstream.
The blues are on my side, breadcrumbs are my guides,
I digest what is left of the pills I had prescribed.
Curled up on the floor, with the one that I adore,
They're not breathing anymore…
They’re not… they’re not breathing anymore.

A déjà vu is a good excuse to put lemon juice in open wounds,
A déjà vu sticks with you like superglue and old tattoos,
Everyday, what a shame, is still the same as yesterday,
Everyday, except today, we won’t wake up, we’ll just decay.