Esther Reed

In the middle of a scene I forget exactly where I'm going It's a fiction I believe Walking backwards I got so far I'm gone When I'm tall enough to speak Can I peel off the smile I'm wearing? Am I dead am I alive? I can't decide Ever since we really lost ourselves In a painted face, in a white eggshell Ever since we really lost ourselves In a super 8 made for someone else Had enough, you're not the same Had enough, you're not the same Had enough but I'd like to stay Oh a name you just respond to Oh a boy to put your arm through Oh the neighbors just adore you Oh a boy to put your arm through Oh a name you just respond to Ever since we really lost ourselves In a painted face, in a white eggshell Ever since we really lost ourselves In a super 8 made for someone else