Is This It
Jazmin Bean
Flawless, strike a pose, poignant
You dream of me in your bed
I'm not smelling of roses
Some things I haven't told you
My body's filled with roaches
And my nose is long from lying
Something is smelling rotten
Don't want to try at trying
Oh dear, am I letting you down?
'Cause I'm killing your hope, and I'm eating this town and
You said I'm hypocritical
And I think you're correct, I'm the knife in my bed
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
My secrets are my best friends
Ease closer, you'll find out them
I reek of dirty laundry
Don't even think I'm sorry
You're daydreaming about me
Whilst I brush dirt out my teeth
When you hug me, I turn to dust
Oh dear, am I letting you down?
'Cause I'm killing your hope, and I'm eating this town and
You said I'm hypocritical
And I think you're correct, I'm the knife in my bed
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
Are you disappointed in me?
Your favourite golden child is now ridden with fleas
Are you upset I cannot fly?
Yet you're the one that trimmed at my wings every night
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)
