Ladyhawk
bedbugs
Thereâs no hope, this is a terminal city
But donât that make it pretty?
Donât that make it nice?
And Iâ alright, Iâm making all of my payments
Iâm keeping off the pavement
Iâm keeping up with the time
And I donât need to worry âbout those empty buildings
Oh they got me spilling
But cleaning up over night
Iâm safer inside, I paint the walls around me
Til all I see is beauty
Til everything is alright
I love my moral, I can hear you calling
Iâm crawling away under my skin
Somewhere deep within
And while Iâm awake Iâm staring at the ceiling
Iâm feeling scratches on my bed