They had that kind of smell
The smell of fever in a bed that's too hot
The smell of "I'm worth nothing, I'm not good enough"
The smell of "I live like a dog"
When is it going to stop smelling?

Every morning, I'm sure of it
We smell a little bit more
We take showers, though
Yes, and everywhere
We scrub, we scratch, we cut, we wipe
But every morning
Every morning we smell
As we go further
We lose the gentle smell of our childhood
The perfume of joy, children during summer
When we were little
We knew that we didn't smell like anything
But every adult
Around us smelled

They smelled like everything we hide
They smelled like everything we waste

We're starting to smell like them
The smell of my annoying boss
The smell of all the money I owe
The smell of "I need to take care of myself"
The smell of the kids that can't stop yelling
We keep trying to hide it
Under some perfume
At the end of the day
The smell comes back
The smell comes back
And it's not our clothes
It's not the flat
It's us, naked
We smell a little bit more everyday
And we're starting to understand
Why
Why
The older we get
The more perfume we put on
We're the creators of our bodies
As it is
And the creators of this fucking smell
That's bothering us, more everyday
We move, we smell ourselves

They smelled like everything we hide
They smelled like everything we waste

We move, we smell ourselves
So much that we end up feeling like
We're walking next to our own bodies
More and more often
That's why we don't naturally
Go to other people
We're always afraid of the smell of their shadow
We know that anytime
At any movement
It's here
And it keeps possessing us
And every morning, every morning
Every morning a little more
And every morning there's nothing we can do
If it's not the perfume
In all of us there are things
Rotting and smelling
It's obvious, it's obvious
The words we hide, they've got a smell
And the words that are rotting inside our mouths
Because they couldn't get out
They smell so much
They smell so much
So much that our head starts to spin
They smelled like everything we hide
They smelled like everything we waste