Cosmetic Stain

Cats Are Aliens

I've had to accept in the space of a day

I'm wishing for granted and taken away

A photocopy of health, breast-feeding lies

I've got wooden arms yet I'm meant to fly



Can you go down

It doesn't hurt if you slow down

You're no different when you go down

When you drown



Sit by the fireside preparing to burn

Give the impression of wanting to learn

Now my mind's running out, shut down for good

Was it something I said?

Or something I should?



Can you go down

It doesn't hurt if you slow down

You're no different when you go down

When you drown



Inside or impure

Inside or impure

Inside or impure

I'm the wrong side of insecure



A fit's like a seizure, not like a glove

Dust myself down after falling through love

It's too slow to be right, too cruel to be kind

Welcome to the first junction in my one-track mind.



Can you go down

It doesn't hurt if you slow down

You're no different when you go down

When you drown



Inside or impure

Inside or impure

Inside or impure

I'm the wrong side of insecure



You say...

you say...

You say...

You say...

...that I'll remain...

...a cosmetic stain.