I'm measuring my way by steps
I think someone's following me in my head
Don't you know? I think you do
Everything coincides in exactness to the little things
Keys might be on the bottom of your purse
that's your trick, funny little bit

You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of your appetence appetence
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of

Some thing never change
inalienable part of being insane
you're the only one with horrific make-up
it's [bad word] hard to control you now
so shut the door from outside
your trendy glasses have a purpose too - to cover tear-stained eyes

You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of your appetence appetence
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of

You're dancing on my ceiling
get rid of your appetence
You're dancing on my ceiling
get rid of your appetence

You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of your appetence appetence
You're dancing on my ceiling ceiling
get rid of