Show You a Body - Haley Heynderickx

Why am I frightened if it's all just a game Why am I frightened if it's all just a game But the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes kept me sane Why am I childish, oh why can't I make sense If everything's certain, well I'm certainly offended But the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes Oh the look in your eyes kept me sane And the fault of the gods was letting you out and Building the bridge with the backs of your eyelids You never complain Never complain You never complain, and the look in your eyes kept me sane And the fault of the gods was letting you out and Building the bridge with the backs of your eyelids You never complain Never complain You never complain, and the look in your eyes kept me sane

And there's a centipede Naked in your bedroom Oh, and you swear to God The fucker's out to get you And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning I try my best To scoop the slugger out the window And there's a praying mantis Prancing on your bathtub And you swear it's a priest From a past life out to getcha And I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect evening I try my best To put the priest inside a jam jar And there's a millipede Angry on your carpet Oh, and I must admit He's staring with a vengeance Oh, and I digress 'Cause I must make you the perfect morning And I try my best To prove that nothing's out to get you To prove that nothing's out to get you

Face me Face me entirely Tell me Tell me what's wrong here Is it the bridge of my nose Or the back of my skin? Is it the pole of my hips That you couldn't let in? Is it the bridge between worlds That makes you feel alone? Well, I wish that I had known You're alone Well, I wish that I had known Is it the bridge of my hair Or the back of my skin? Is it the way that I move That you couldn't hold in? Is it the bridge between worlds That makes you feel alone? Well, I wish that I had

The milk is sour I've barely been to college And I've been out full Of all that I have dreamed of The brink of my existence essentially is a comedy The gap in my teeth and all that I can cling to The milk is sour Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la The milk is sour With olives on my thumbs And all that I have stuck to and all that I have clung to I've felt like a dog This world that I have trusted Has been over and busted and rusted by an arbitrary sonogram Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la The milk is sour With olives on my thumbs And I've been out full Of all that I have dreamed of The brink of my existence essentially is a comedy The gap in my teeth and all that I can cling to The milk is sour Sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la If you don't go outside Well nothing's gonna happen She'll never write her number on a crumpled up napkin She'll never be your ego She'll never be a bandit She'll never get to eat you like your heart's a pomegranate I'm throwing out the milk The olives got old I'm tired of my mind getting heavy with mold I need to start a garden I need to start a garden I need to start a garden I need to start a garden! Gonna start a garden in my backyard I'm gonna start a garden in my backyard 'Cause making this song up is just as hard 'Cause making this song up is just as hard Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Oom sha la la Oom oom sha la la Sha la la Sha la la Sha la la Sha la