Renovated images of the girl inside
Cut up
Dressed down
And [bad word] to be tied
I slumber, she dreams
Of these elaborate schemes
Where she's the savior

Prove to me please
That this is different
This you
This here
This me
But I fear there's not enough fever left
For me to believe

Gaps in my memory
Holes in the wall
The night I waited for the fairytale call
Trauma and lace and satin and pearls
Dressed up to look like all little girls
Yet somehow I can still tell that it's me