Lyrics
Saw your face in the liquor store reflective case
But I didn't recognize you then as foe or friend
Rang me up for a 20-pack of 7-up
Thought the carbonation do me well
Convenient hell
All I want is to wake up and know myself
Through the blur of the smoke and mascara
No paint could make me anyone else
Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell
I'll stand on the edge here forever
One block from a convenient hell
Trapped inside broken mirror of a trapdoor mind
Haven't heard from me in days turned weeks
A dismal scene
But I can testify
I've told a couple lies
But I've been wanting to clean up
Yea I've been trying to clean up
Just let me testify
I've told a couple lies
But I've been wanting to clean up
But sometimes wanting ain't
Enough
Enough
All I want is to wake up and know myself
Through the blur of the smoke and mascara
No paint could make me anyone else
Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell
I'll stand on the edge here forever
One block from a convenient hell
Writer(s): Holly Whitaker
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