Always inside I act just like you So you'll like what you see You won't see through my eyes I throw myself up Hate and take aim Shards of desire Fall with the rain Blonde vacuum with a Hidden mouth that smokes Inside like a cigarette I'm sending languages Secret messages But I haven't found you yet You say, "What's in your fist? What's in your head? What's in your eyes? What's in your bed?" I don't know But don't give up Don't give up There's a fist in my head Dreams in my fist Eyes in my sex Sex in my mouth You don't know I'm interesting You think I'm interesting Like the Apocalypse I'm trying to connect with you But I'm dark in a soul eclipse I can't get the sleep out of my eyes I wear colors to bed And dream I'm writing the skies with joy