I'm Trevor Collins, And These Are My Real Teeth-Elenora
I’m a ghost in a body I found–a cold heart, and warm skin
Once I’m done with your body I leave
I Lock my mind in a box to get rid of the pain
…I’m having trouble remembering your name
You can find me in a fake sleep
Addicted to this memory; addicted to the sound of your voice.
Turn your head–I can’t look you in the eyes, and you’re the reason why.
Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown
Building houses from broken homes
Haunted, but it makes us…
I’m a ghost in a body I found–a cold heart, and warm skin
Once I’m done with your body I leave
I Lock my mind in a box to get rid of the pain
…I’m having trouble remembering your name
The memory of that day still haunts me (still haunts me)
I believe that, someday, the sirens will fade (the sirens will fade)
For we are the children of bones–it’s all that we know (it’s all that we know–it’s all that we need)
So when you find me in this slumber: don’t wake me up because I’m dreaming of you
When you find me in a deep sleep
Addicted to this memory; addicted to the sound of your voice
Turn your head–I can’t look you in the eyes and you’re the reason why
Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown
Building houses from broken homes
Haunted, but it makes us…
Shaken, oh but how we’ve grown
Building houses from broken homes
Building houses from broken homes