| I got a big promotion |
| I’m saving up vacation time |
| I got a new place in the city |
| But now I’m not okay to drive |
| My, will I wind up unclothed |
| In the back of someone else’s car |
| Wake up, hit the gas, and let’s go |
| On my way to another bar |
| It’s so romantic, it’s so disturbed |
| Beauty is a lonely word |
| A picture perfect fantasy |
| The dollhouse is killing me |
| A plastic gun |
| That I wanna fill |
| I cannot pop another pill |
| So I can play along until |
| I’m happy in the dollhouse |
| I got a thick nostalgia |
| Framed photos of good times |
| The kind of rare dimensia |
| Were my memories all lies? |
| Tomorrow I will wake up too soon |
| In the middle of an immersive midnight |
| Take a drink, take a bottle up to my room |
| And block out all the light |
| It’s so romantic, it’s so disturbed |
| Beauty is a lonely word |
| A picture perfect fantasy |
| The dollhouse is killing me |
| A plastic gun |
| That I wanna fill |
| I cannot pop another pill |
| So I can play along until |
| I’m happy in the dollhouse |
| Driving through distraction |
| And it’s our time |
| Smallpox and small attractions |
| The dollhouse size |
| So romantic, so disturbed |
| Beauty is a lonely word |
| Picture perfect fantasy |
| The dollhouse is killing me. |
| It’s so romantic, it’s so disturbed |
| Beauty is a lonely word |
| A picture perfect fantasy |
| The dollhouse is killing me |
| A plastic gun |
| That I wanna fill |
| I cannot pop another pill |
| So I can play along until |
| I’m happy in the dollhouse |
| A plastic gun |
| That I wanna fill |
| I cannot pop another pill |
| So I can play along until |
| I’m happy in the dollhouse |