I wanna be honest And try to be humble Where’s your little blue dress? Was it ever really yours? I’m running in protest Soft touch behind the bubbles Where’s my fuckin’ redress Was it ever really yours? Wake up, deep down under Dead phone, cold floor, no thunder Small room smells like my blood Crunge face, oiled hair, eating mud Please, come to get closer Smoking in hangover I just wanna tell ya, my old friend But, still I don’t know what it ever meant I wanna be honest And try to be humble Where’s your little blue dress? Was it ever really yours? I’m running in protest Soft touch behind the bubbles Where’s my fuckin’ redress Was it ever really yours? I wanna be honest And try to be humble Where’s your little blue dress? Was it ever really yours? I’m running in protest Soft touch behind the bubbles Where’s my fuckin’ redress Was it ever really yours?