Housekeys - Runnner, Field Medic

Traded my creative wind

For a level head and a phantom limb

You know camomile is sweeter

When the sky is blushing too

Tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind

Got no concept of a saviour

There’s nothing I could do

There’s something strange inside me

Digging hols with house keys

I grumble, go vacant and angry

So patient and passive

I thought that would make me wise

In my mind, I’m a ballerina straight up a (?)

When I fall I make a pretty pink mess

In my home, just so angry

About all love, evrything I never got

So when I fall, I’m just th ugliest

I’m just the ugliest, I’m just the ugliest

There’s something strange inside me

Digging hols with house keys

I grumble, go vacant and angry

So patient and passive

I thought that would make me wise

Make me wise, make me wise

So patient and passive

I thought that would make me wise