Closet Lunatic - Caro

The cave of your cranium

It echoes, echoes, echoes like an asylum

You behave like you’re not one of them

But it only goes to show how hard it is to pretend

I’ll only stop to chat if no one’s listening

You don’t always have to fill the cup you’re pissing in

Wide-eyed closet lunatic

Looking for a quick and easy fix

Just dying to exist

As a closet lunatic

You’re wasting your pale complexion

You’re dressed up in debt for the show

Snug and bundled up against the cold

A loony tune tamed by those wild speculations

The pest’s out and on patrol, fit and armed to the teeth to defend

I keep my thoughts in my pocket cause

Seven out of eight, they disintegrate

When you measure them up they’re not worth their weight

And every time I contemplate

It’s of no use, it’s of no use

I’m a closet lunatic

Looking for a quick and easy fix

Just dying to exist

As a closet lunatic

Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks

That you’re never gonna wash, no

You never could quite bite the bullet

You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes

Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks

That you’re never gonna wash, no

You never could quite bite the bullet

You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes

Underneath your goodie two shoes is a dirty pair of socks

That you’re never gonna wash, no

You never could quite bite the bullet

You just sink into your bed with a belly full of lead woes