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Was the the wreck?
Was she your drag?
Was she the little piece of 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
Maybe the deep wound behind a spider bite
Maybe the head hung inside a seat
Maybe the vampire searching for to bleed

Hey, it's she wants to be
Hey, that's whatever she's be
Out there the night
I'm the only boy she won't bite

Was she the wedding drenched all in gasoline?
Was she the new-age Jezebel dog
Was she the warhead, or the
Was she death itself, or whatever comes

Maybe a
Maybe the common
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a
Maybe the
the in-between
Maybe a fortune teller with no-one there to

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

Was she the trophy
Was she the
Was she the only spell in life that 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 footsteps you hear when you're alone
Maybe the prize bird its feathers
Maybe the glue that just won't hold shit together

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