Renovated images of the girl inside Cut up Dressed down And fitted to be tied I slumber, she dreams Of these elaborate schemes Where she's the savior
Prove to me please That this is different This you This here This me But I fear there's not enough fever left For me to believe
Gaps in my memory Holes in the wall The night I waited for the fairytale call Trauma and lace and satin and pearls Dressed up to look like all little girls Yet somehow I can still tell that it's me