I wanna find peace in my own skinIn my own skinBreath out, breath inThinking of your eyes,Promises you gavePromises you gaveWe're doomed, not saved.Now cut to commercialJust cut to commercialWhat the hell am I s'posed to doChoose a world over youI'm afraid I'm just too smallI think I'd be no use at all.Word's out, so how,You're the sweetest cureI never got to tell you.Lost in the tide of sex and deathOf sex and death,Your hair, your hair.I want you again,Don't wanna be your friendI wanna be a door,Not a voyeurNow cut to commercial.Just cut to commercial.What the hell am I s'posed to beChoose a world over meSitting pretty in my messOn the phone I can't confessWord's out, so howYou're the sweetest cureI never got to tell you.Word's out, so howYou're the sweetest cureI never got to tell you.My doll,Pure heart'sTurn the tables andPush it out and watch me slowly break.Sweetest cure,I never got to taste.Sweetest cure,I'll never taste.