Was the the wreck? Was she last drag? Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once Was she the cure-all, or just the Was she the ransack, or the good jeans?
Maybe the money the bad nights Maybe the deep wound left a spider bite Maybe the head inside a toilet seat the vampire searching for someone to bleed
Hey, it's whatever she to be Hey, that's she's gonna be Out roaming the night Guess I'm the only boy she bite
Was she the wedding dress drenched all in Was she the new-age dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the Was she death itself, or whatever after?
Maybe a the common thread Maybe the gray pulling on a cigarette Maybe the the in-between Maybe a teller with no-one there to read
And she waits, and she knows too well She at her hands, but still can't tell When good luck around She up all her cards and jumps town
Was she the wife? Was she the Was she the only in life that you've been under? Was she the string, or the whole symphony? the upright, perfectly out-of-key
Maybe a tar pick filled up ancient bone Maybe the you hear when you're home alone Maybe the prize losing its feathers Maybe the glue that won't hold your shit together
Was she the moon that means disaster? Maybe she's close to what you think you're after When all at once, man, you wake and to You know what it is that she was to you