I'm measuring my way by steps I think someone's following me in my head Don't you know? I think you do Everything coincides in exactness to the little things Keys might be on the bottom of your purse that's your trick, funny little bit
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of your appetence appetence You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of
Some thing never change inalienable part of being insane you're the only one with horrific make-up it's becoming hard to control you now so shut the door from outside your trendy glasses have a purpose too - to cover tear-stained eyes
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of your appetence appetence You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of
You're dancing on my ceiling get rid of your appetence You're dancing on my ceiling get rid of your appetence
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of your appetence appetence You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling get rid of