Tell the doctor what’s become of me. So you can analyse my dreams of a smoke filled room. Then we kiss and his lips turn into sand and the whole of him cascades through my hands, making a castle on the floor.
Then I’m alone again, no keys and three doors in a smoke filled room.
Now we’re both in the room and we’re breathing the fumes, no doors this time just a gap in the roof. Lights flood in heaven we’re blind.
Then slowly suffocating, we’re dying in a smoke filled room.
"섹스어필, Wearing me” (2011)