Chemical, Chemical - Pretty Girls Make Graves

See the strange boy talking to his shadow

He’s got a secret to tell

His imaginary friend knows everything

Don’t let him go out

He says they won’t believe you

You don’t know what you’re talking about

Cause his eyes are always red, can’t sleep at night

Doesn’t feel like being positive all the time

Doesn’t sit still, doesn’t look well

Give him something, make it chemical, chemical

You’ll feel better when you cannot feel

See the strange girl talking to his shadow

She’s got a secret to tell

Her imaginary friend knows everything

Don’t let her go out

She says they won’t believe you

You don’t know what you’re talking about

Cause Her eyes are always red, can’t sleep at night

Doesn’t feel like being positive all the time

Doesn’t sit still, doesn’t look well

Give her something, make it chemical, chemical

You’ll get used to the cranial niches

Smoothes out neuro-transmitted glitches

You’ll feel better when you cannot feel

We’ll have such a fabulous time

Almost imitate a normal life

You’ll feel better when you cannot feel