Chica Chica

Reach out for I cannot recall

Blurred nights hands like ice and spinning bathroom walls

In every soulless face seems to me a drowning fate

Go slow they say

Think of a better way to count your hours

There's a problem with the sky tonight

And we've been wondering where you are

A safer corner

So that eyes can shine and make a party out of every night

Don't talk for every word turns cold

Choke back what you're best at

And keep buying what I'm sold

And every sickened stare draws from me a steaming glare

What words you say

Think of a better way to flaunt your hours

I've been thirsty

Hands stop shaking

Wake me up for a never ending cycle scares me

Pull me out of this night I hate but keep repeating

We hear the sound of our own hearts breaking

And keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking

We hear the sound of our own lungs breathing

And keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking