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Was the the wreck?
Was she last drag?
Was she the little of mind you thought you once had?
Was she the cure-all, or the disease?
Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?

the money spent
Maybe the bad
the deep wound left behind a spider bite
Maybe the hung inside a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire searching for to bleed

Hey, whatever she wants to be
Hey, that's she's gonna be
Out there the night
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 death itself, or comes after?

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

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

Was she the wife?
Was she the
Was she the only spell in that you've been under?
Was she the broken string, or the whole
Maybe the upright, perfectly

Maybe a tar pick filled up with bone
Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home
Maybe the bird losing its feathers
Maybe the glue that just hold your shit together

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