Paroles de Is This It

Flawless, strike a pose, poignant You dream of me in your bed I'm not smelling of roses Some things I haven't told you My body's filled with roaches And my nose is long from lying Something is smelling rotten Don't want to try at trying Oh dear, am I letting you down? 'Cause I'm killing your hope, and I'm eating this town and You said I'm hypocritical And I think you're correct, I'm the knife in my bed Is this it? Is this it? (Ah) Is this it? Is this it? (Ah) My secrets are my best friends Ease closer, you'll find out them I reek of dirty laundry Don't even think I'm sorry You're daydreaming about me Whilst I brush dirt out my teeth When you hug me, I turn to dust Oh dear, am I letting you down? 'Cause I'm killing your hope, and I'm eating this town and You said I'm hypocritical And I think you're correct, I'm the knife in my bed Is this it? Is this it? (Ah) Is this it? Is this it? (Ah) Are you disappointed in me? Your favourite golden child is now ridden with fleas Are you upset I cannot fly? Yet you're the one that trimmed at my wings every night Is this it? Is this it? (Ah) Is this it? Is this it? (Ah)