Periphery

(ah fuck)
what’s your excuse?
you count the tiles in the bathroom, but baby
tell me something I didn’t know

you had a nervous breakdown
you’re wearing worn out shoes
rich kids walking down the avenue
but careful, soon they’ll catch up with you

you wish you had it all
in the periphery
pretty pics in the dark
and it comes right at you
comes right at you
comes right at you

you had a messed up childhood
(you had a messed up childhood)
an even worse youth
(what’s your excuse?)
you drill your nails in your skin too, but baby
(don’t you, don’t you)
don’t you see it comes back to you

you wish you had it all
in the periphery
(throughout your)
pretty pics in the dark
and it comes right at you
you wish you had it all
in the periphery
(throughout your)
pretty pics in the dark
and it comes right at you
comes right at you
comes right at you
comes right at you
comes right at you