It’s Nice
Marissa Paternoster, King Mike, Jarrett Dougherty
I can't trace the word
It's a swollen space it talks to me
And if I'm bought and sold
Then I'm cruising in on a dead end street
Ooh ooh
They take me out
They make it fair
And everyone is running scared
The biggest joke
The brightest smile
I feel just like a little child
And it's nice, nice, nice to feel
Put me in your head
Drown the rat that gnaws at me
Your blood is on the bed
And I'm crushed under your memory
Ooh ooh
They take me out
They make it fair
And everyone is running scared
The biggest joke
The brightest smile
I feel just like a little child
And it's nice, nice, nice to feel