Field Medic

"-h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z-"

[Verse 1]
Trading my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile is sweeter when
The sky is blushing, too
Tell me how you ever thought of leaving your voice behind
I got no concept of a savior
There's nothing I could do
There’s nothing I could do

[Chorus]
There is something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise

[Verse 2]
'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina
Straight off of Degas brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
In my life I'm just so angry 'bout everything I never got
So when I fall I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest

[Chorus]
There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown bolder, vacant and angry
So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise
Make me wise
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