Jemma Healey-Lane and Olivier Bibeau - Russian Doll

Too many faces under my surface
Mixed up emotions, still feeling nothing
Bide myself
A little more time
Lie to my face
It’ll be all right

Splintering thoughts
Keep pricking my heart
Fishing net caught
Where do I start?

Twist me at my neck
So I can lose my head
So I can lose my head

(Click, pop) Ah
There you go, I’m rolling
(Click, pop) Ah
Can’t you see the smoke is
(Click, pop) Ah
Just an illusion?
(Click, pop) I
Know that it’s confusing

Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
I’m falling down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down
Down, down, down

It’s a different type of hollow
Now you knock
And there’s an echo
Do you ever feel at times you’re
Enjoying the view?
Watching your demise
’Cause your judgement’s askew

I eat cheese so I get nightmares
Don’t wanna dream
I don’t deserve them
Pull my hair so I unravel
Six feet under, swallowing gravel

Twist me at my neck
So I can lose my head
So I can lose my head

(Click, pop) Ah
There you go, I’m rolling
(Click, pop) Ah
Can’t you see the smoke is
(Click, pop) Ah
Just an illusion?
(Click, pop) I
Know that it’s confusing

Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
I’m falling down, down, down
Down, down, down, down
Down, down, down

I need a therapist
I can’t do this
I need a therapist
Can’t get through this
I need a therapist
I can’t do this
I’m a Russian doll
(Click, pop)

Written by:
JEMMA LOUISE HEALEY-LANE, OLIVIER BIBEAU

Publisher:
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