Leave The Fan On

Tell me what it's like to have emotion
 Show me what it's like to be enough
 Teach you what it's like to be a headache
 Who feels none of the above
 Welcome to my hell I've got a notebook
 Empty page and a messed up head
 Tell me what it's like to know you're something
 Even when you feel better off dead
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 I let my stomach become a cancer
 Leave the fan on when you leave
 Show me what it's like to taste your own blood
 And I'll tell you what it's like to be serene
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 Show me what it's like to be impatient
 I show you what it's like to raise your voice
 Remember what it's like to feel the vacancy
 When your chest it's in my chest, it's in my chest
 Welcome to my hell I've got a mattress
 Some blankets so you can rest your head
 And neighbours they don't mind all the noises
 They just put a new mailbox up again
 
 I let my teeth become an off-white
 I leave the fan on when I leave
 Show me what it's like to taste your own blood
 And I'll tell you what it's like to be serene