Earhtcrosser Lyrics - Veruca Salt

Sleep little flea 

Little boy 

Me a freak 

Am I clean? 

I feel like men 

I feel like boys 

I think I'm peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud 

I hear the ocean 

I hear the crowd 

I'm disconnected 

I am unattached 

An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure 

Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision 

And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud 

I hear the ocean 

I hear the crowd 

Too pale 

Too sick 

Too scrawny 

But I'll sleep here anyway 

And the sheets smell like bodies 

Not mine 

Not yours 

It's two a.m. and it's quiet again 

Where's my lip gloss?