Lyrics

She looks on the brightside
"You've got your health"
she tells herself

and thinks of the flipside
looks at the scrapbook on the shelf

old letters signed xo from exboyfriends
from a pre-historic past
toothmarks and deep gash from
t-rex these wounds still pulse from the attacks
from long ago

Flick on the nightlight
somebody's there I swear I swear
with flowers and strychnine
I know it's impossible
"I've got high self esteem"
she tells herself, but it makes her feel
selfish
"Dear diary, I'm not depressed"
she tells herself "I just need a deep rest"
and looks deep inside and wonders what
love's like...