Jenny - Shrug

There’s a body in the tub in apartment ten

There’s a feeling that you’ll never see your sanity again

There’s a nervous knock from the nervous hand outside

Cloud eight with a bullet

Ride the rocket on a downward slide

If he ever comes back again

Pray to god that he’ll understand

That two words or less is all he could hope for

If he wants to spend the night

Pray to god that he won’t want to fight

'cause two words or less is all you’d be good for

There’s a shiver in your bones from last night’s snow

There’s a fever in your chest and it looks as though

The only friends that you got are the ones inside your head

Cloud eight with a bullet

Sad’s bored and bored is dead

There’s a ringing in your ears and a churning in your guts

There’s a bitch on the telly and she’s driving you nuts

«there's a thousand different ways to feel better than you do right now

Could eight with a bullet

Let the supermodel show you how»