Some Half Baked Ideal Called Wonderful
Catatonia
Mickey wishes he was dead,
Draws the sheet across his head
Moved him in to share the bed,
Turns out he's sharing her instead
Cut it up and let it all in
Cut it up and let it all in
Can't leave the house: he wouldn't dare,
Hang this guilty frame with stares
I'll be the shortest person there,
Oh god I'm losing all my hair
Cut it up and let it all in
And if he reaches for the door,
Be sure he'll touch the wood and pause
We'll still shove us down the stairs,
Still get in each other's hair
Cut it up and let it all in
Did you push him to go where the...girl lies?
Where does the...girl lie?