The Schillaci Sequence

Dried out, bleached skin, rubber ducks in the bath, it’s not happening
Little marks on the back of my arm, two weeks on, I hope they won’t scar
Little marks on my shriveled arms, it’s not happening, it’s not happening
Painted face, booked date, need new skin, skin can’t change
Little bits of skin, exposed and gray
I Can’t stop this from sinking in
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped inside of you
Little bits of smells that cease to know
And are you still sneering now?
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped in shoes with you
Dyed red and tucked in, I’m the toast of all your friends
It’s not happening
Friends that dance on my shriveled arms, take your time
And hope we don’t last
Expecting to exchange your girl for a day
It’s not happening, it’s not happening
Bright lips, pink face
Need new skin or things can’t change
Little bits of skin, exposed and gray
I Can’t stop this from sinking in
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped inside of you
Little bits of smells that cease to know
And are you still sneering now?
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped in shoes with you
Little bits of skin, exposed and gray
I Can’t stop this from sinking in
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped inside of you
Little bits of smells that cease to know
And are you still sneering now?
That was the day, that was the day
Wrapped in shoes with you