Sweetest Cure Lyrics - Old Tyme Religion - Hugo

I wanna find peace in my own skin 

In my own skin 

Breath out, breath in 

Thinking of your eyes, 

Promises you gave 

Promises you gave 

We're doomed, not saved. 

Now cut to commercial 

Just cut to commercial 

What the hell am I s'posed to do 

Choose a world over you 

I'm afraid I'm just too small 

I think I'd be no use at all. 

Word's out, so how, 

You're the sweetest cure 

I never got to tell you. 

Lost in the tide of sex and death 

Of sex and death, 

Your hair, your hair. 

I want you again, 

Don't wanna be your friend 

I wanna be a door, 

Not a voyeur 

Now cut to commercial. 

Just cut to commercial. 

What the hell am I s'posed to be 

Choose a world over me 

Sitting pretty in my mess 

On the phone I can't confess 

Word's out, so how 

You're the sweetest cure 

I never got to tell you. 

Word's out, so how 

You're the sweetest cure 

I never got to tell you. 

My doll, 

Pure heart's 

Turn the tables and 

Push it out and watch me slowly break. 

Sweetest cure, 

I never got to taste. 

Sweetest cure, 

I'll never taste.