Joséphine

Josephine
Has eyes in the back of my head
Every night she goes to bed without a word
Hides a knife under my pillow
When I'm asleep, she takes a picture of me

Josephine
Has eyes in the back of my head
The same phrases often come back to her
Most of the time she makes herself beautiful

She makes me feel sick, I feel uncomfortable
I don't like her gaze, she finds everything I lose
Looks me up and down, looks at my legs, more than that
She's only comfortable when I'm there
Her steps are getting heavier and heavier
I'm avoided a little more every day
I cover my ears, I don't answer when she calls

Josephine
Has eyes in the back of my head
She sold her innocence
And would like to go back to my birth
She knows my every move
And keeps an eye on everything else

She makes me feel sick, I feel uncomfortable
I don't like her gaze, she finds everything I misplace
Looks me up and down, looks at my legs, more than that
She's only comfortable when I'm there
Her steps are getting heavier and heavier
I'm a little more distant each day
I cover my ears, I don't answer when she calls

She makes me feel sick, I feel uncomfortable
I don't like her gaze, she finds everything I misplace
Looks me up and down, looks at my legs, more than that
She's only comfortable when I'm there
Her steps are getting heavier and heavier
I'm a little more distant each day
I cover my ears, I don't answer when she calls

Josephine
Has eyes in the back