Текст песни Rather Forget - Holliday Howe

Get me out of bed
My head is pounding
This doesn't feel real
What happened last night?
I can tell by your face
That I missed behaved
Can tell by the lines
That I crossed them

Tell me, how does feel to watch a flower wilt at its own will?
How 'bout watching the pilot hit 'self-destruct'? Is it glorious?

I'd rather, rather forget
Wipe my mind clean of all this madness
(Please(?))
I'd rather, rather forget
Wipe my mind clean of all this madness
I'd rather for-for-forget

Into that dress
I've got the sequins down
They sparkle like this
I'm getting comfort
To push me into the lift
You get me down the stairs
Out the door again
Your perfect puppet