Found a new quilt
Sleep in a park
Look in the window
Her eyes are still closed
Dig through the trash
Scream at a stranger
Practice makes perfect
Her eyes are now open
Her eyes are now open
Her eyes have been opened
And she sees all my lies
Never knew why
They called me their favorite
Shines like sidewalks
In San Francisco
It's hard to breathe
At below sea level
And if you come across
Six dollars
Don't pick it up
It's probably a curse
Turns kids into dogs
Don't do what they want
Be your own person