Nursery Crimes - Indica

How I love to hate the morning sun

And the cheerful voices as they come

To erase my dreams at sore, dead smiles

How I love to hate the things I down

Learn to love the things that make me numb

Using earnest words for empty lines

I would love to break their telescopes

«Girl you’ll go so far I hope»

But all those stars are just a joke

I would love to feel the love I fake

And make love to things I hate

My future’s bright behind me

See the dangling puppet

(Something) in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again

How I hate to love when others dance

Take your chance, they romance

Their hearts beat, one by one

How I hate the words 'lets have fun'

You’re the one

I can only wonder when it’s ever done

How I hate to love playing dumb

None for all, all for fun

Open arms and itchy thumbs

How I hate to love the ones I love

Love to hate myself so much

Love to hate me when I love

See the dangling puppet

Hanging in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake

The dangling puppet

Hanging in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again

See the dangling puppet

Hanging in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake

See the dangling puppet

Hanging in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake

The dangling puppet

Hanging in the corner

Dancing on the borders of my empty stages

One toy soldier gives the order

The puppet lands, and I’ll never ever wake again

Ever…