Solips by Tiya Lyrics

Toothpaste on my jersey, i feel dirty and clean
A layer of plaque covers my skin, this shining white pristine
You were standing on the side of the street
Zebra cross my wrists to the other side of me
Gillette razor my paintbrush and the canvas is clean
Just make sure you miss the patch of nicotine
The night is awake all the stars can be seen
Only one I cannot find is Sleep
Baby –

I hate heaven, a place where perfect is written
I’ll nevеr fit in
That space where no onе can
And all these hands – serving silver spoons and contraband
Suchselfaware Narcissus
It doesn’t get much better than this
But you hope for change
You know your aim
This mindless game
The end foreseen
Yet you still play
Solipsistic hate
That was your name, the one I gave
The most like me
Our common shame
Like many things, we shared the pain
Time approaches when we don’t get to say happy birthday