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Was the the train
Was she your drag?
Was she the piece of mind you thought you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the good jeans?

Maybe the money
Maybe the bad
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider
the head hung inside a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire searching for someone to

Hey, it's whatever she to be
Hey, that's she's gonna be
Out there roaming the
Guess I'm the boy she won't bite

Was she the wedding dress all in gasoline?
Was she the new-age dog treat?
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she itself, or whatever comes after?

a suckerpunch
Maybe the thread
Maybe the gray pulling on a cigarette
Maybe the
Maybe the
Maybe a fortune with no-one there to read

And she waits, and she knows herself too
She stares at her hands, but still can't
When good luck comes
She packs up all her cards and town

Was she the wife?
Was she the
Was she the only spell in life that been under?
Was she the broken string, or the symphony?
Maybe the upright, out-of-key

Maybe a tar pick filled up ancient bone
Maybe the footsteps you when you're home alone
Maybe the prize bird losing its
the glue that just won't hold your shit together

Was she the moon that means disaster?
Maybe she's nothing close to what you you're after
When all at once, man, you and come to
You know what it is that she was to you