pretty pretty, brittle glass
all the skeletons come home
smeared up make-up, wine in flasks
thoughts are loud when you’re alone

in the dark the pressure’s rising fast
you hear your heartbeat through the noise
you wonder if it’s gonna last
you pray to hear somebody’s voice

turn on the telly, hear the news
the world’s on fire, come what may
to sleep or cry you cannot choose
you swear you’ll snap one of these days

take your pills, relive the thrills
of nights without an end in sight
draw the curtains, write the will
you weren’t born for sweet delight