I'm the werewolf in the living room.
Praying for a full moon,
Couldnt crush a grape in a fruit fight,
Self deprecate myself out of situations
Waiting on the brightest night,
Forget its ramifacations,
Counting away the days,
Washing my car on sundays.
The devils inside of me,
Itching to appear,
Vanity may be the death of me,
The other side is glazed in fear
The mirrors the only friend I need,
With no reflection staring back at me.
Toil and salon stubble,
Chinese burns and cauldron bubble,
Eye of newt and botox troubles,
Fillet of chicken and pasta bake,
In the couldron boil and bake,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Stir in the high street snakes.