Calling out for someone to take this all away

Calling out for anyone to make it go away

Try to kill the picture the flowers in her hair

Or taking shots of anything so I don't have to care

Staring at a paper cup

The emptiness inside

She's going high someday

She's going high someday.

Living with a photograph is really not the same

I've kept it in the suitcase where noone ever came

Watching other insects as they feel around my walls

They say that taking anything don't change a thing at all

Stare again - the photograph

The plastic is her mind

She's going high someday

She's going high someday.

Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls

Staring at my body,

Christ! It isn't mine at all.

Crying out for someone to make it go away

To take away this photograph so I can live again

Staring at the plastic cups

The emptiness inside

She's going high someday

She's going high someday.

Crawls up the walls, yes she crawls up the walls

Now I'm waiting for that day,

Yes, I'm waiting here that day.