The House of Love - Plastic Lyrics

Feels like summer
Gosh, my skin's so itchy
Not a feature on my face
Just a piece of yellow plastic
I never thought I'd sink so low
So slow

Morning's always weak
God it's hopeless when I'm talking
I'm lonely in the field
Just a baby treading water
It's red and dark
And God is my friend
The end, the end

Stumble on the dress
She's screaming that she loves me
It's not the way to give
It's the cruelest way to lie
I got myself a gun today
Hey