sticks and stones

Blur

Chaos on a Friday
I tip-toe by
No need to get excited
I step outside
Smooth exterior
Mess inside
Fight the inferior
Across city lines

It's written over my face
No sleep zone
Open up my suitcase
Sticks and stones

Iron filings
Breathe 'em right in
Catch my breath
Air too thin
Floating in the darkness (Floating in the darkness)
Talking to the ghosts (Talking to the ghosts)
The ones that want you dead (The ones that want you dead)
Are the ones you love the most
It's written over my face
No sleep zone
Open up my suitcase
Sticks and stones

Sticks and stones
Breaking bones
But my words survive
I'm alive
Why do I want to be released?
You're the past, not the future

It's written over my face
No sleep zone
Open up my suitcase
Sticks and stones