Styrofoam like our paper hearts keeping in the cold,
Want you to know but I bite my tongue and do as I told,
I guess I'm shy, don't know why I'm not in your eyes.
And it's a poor wind,
That will never change,
Break your window panes,
And shake us to the frames.
Biting your tongue,
But I don't care,
That your circuits are bare and you don't come.
Blood in your gums,
The devil sign,
Is etched in your eyes twenty one golden lies.
And I don't need anyone,
To make my tea,
I'll burn the leaves and see the Styrofoam.