how many days a week am i in bed, usually seven, sometimes eight, i don't leave much, though i will for your touch, but that's never happening, so here i lie, another hour, bad posture, headache too, but i'll stay here until you come to me.
I fall onto rocks, Splatter, splatter, I'm one big mess, Splatter, splatter, I cry myself dead, Splatter, splatter, I've lost my smile, Splatter, splatter, I've lost my hope, Splatter, splatter, I'm gone now, Splatter, splatter.
Talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night, Her eyes always puffy and red, Her mouth always wobbling but that doesn't stop her from being talk of the town.
Talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night, She remembers why she's seen like a rat, or spider, and everyone avoids her but she's closer and closer.
Talk of the town. Face of the day, Gossip of the night, A body is found in a river, Was it suicide or ****** or just an accident? One thing is for sure: She is the talk of the town, Face of the day, Gossip of the night.