Part Time Model - The Wytches

I woke up like a stranger

Quick to asume closing every door

I woke up like a a stranger

I’ve never done this before

She looks at me with those exact same eyes

The ones that make my mother break down and cry

There has to be a hidden reason to why

This creature beats me in the night

She steps a step over my plastic chest

Where she will go only she can decide

I must admit I felt a little sick

Well I think I swallowed too much pride

Why are you staring at me?

You’re not following me So I don’t owe you anything

I ask myself this every night

I woke up like a stranger

The part time models bruise

Pleasuring herself in front of thousands of fools

You don’t know what my mind used to do When you bent downt to tie my shoe

I recall an early afternoon

You told me the Earth was the second moon

Well I believed you for a while but the truthful rein truth

Something you could never do I woke up like a stranger

Her thoughts on the universe comes first

The third dimension or the megabus

Your love supplies no comfort

Why are you staring at me?

You’re not following me So I don’t owe you anything

I ask myself this every night

I woke up in the desert with strings around my eyes

The desert seems my way inclined

And I’m feeling better all the time

I woke up like stranger

And fell asleep in the desert