Toiletries Lyrics - Singles - Sincerely The Management

Well they'd say creatures of habit, 

Are woven instinctively into the fabric. 

I'd like to think that my feet weave the graphic 

And I am the tapestry. 

They call this tragic; 

Tragedy is just an empty medicine cabinet. 

I'd like to think 

The kitchen sink is an anchor, 

keeping me from floating away. 

'Cause my legs are driftwood, 

And my arms are stuck in slow motion. 

This place is getting thinner. 

What you call a river, 

I'd call an ocean. 

Well this isn't fitting, 

The sweater is finished 

But I am still knitting. 

I'd like to try 

Something uplifting or something worthwhile. 

Well they'd call this magical 

But charm is just a cover up for all my bad habits. 

I'd say we're different 

Oh, but they'd say where all the same. 

This smile, 

Hidden behind the missing pair of tiles, 

And I've been drowning, Woah! 

'Cause I 

Am a creature of the night, And I live and die 

By the idea that 

Our flag is white. 

I'm a creature of the night 

And I live and die 

By the idea that 

Our flag is white. 

The creatures of habit 

Were woven instinctively into the fabric. 

Well I'd like to think, 

That my feet weave the graphic 

And I am the tapestry. 

They call this tragic 

But tragedy is just an empty medicine cabinet. 

Well I'd like to think the kitchen sink is an anchor 

Keeping me from floating away 

But my legs are driftwood, 

And my arms are stuck in slow motion. 

Place is getting thinner, 

What you call a river I call an ocean! 

I, am a creature of the night 

And I live and die 

By the idea that, 

Our flag is white. 

I'm a creature of the night 

And I live and die 

By the idea that, 

Our flag is white.