Field Medic, Runnner - Housekeys lyrics

Traded my creative whim
For a level head and a phantom limb
You know chamomile is sweeter
When the sky is blushing too

Tell me have you ever thought
Of leaving your boys behind?
I got no concept of a saviour
There's nothing I could do

There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise

In my mind
I'm a ballerina straight off
Of Degas' brush
And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess
In my life I'm just so angry
About all of everything I never got
So when I fall, I'm just the ugliest
I'm just the ugliest, I'm just the ugliest

There's something strange inside me
Digging holes with house keys
I've grown vulgar, vacant and angry
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise
Make me wise, make me wise
So patient and passive
I thought that would make me wise