Was the the train Was she your last Was she the little piece of mind you you once had? Was she the cure-all, or just the Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?
Maybe the spent Maybe the bad Maybe the deep wound behind a spider bite Maybe the head hung inside a toilet Maybe the vampire for someone to bleed
Hey, it's whatever she to be Hey, that's whatever she's be Out roaming the night I'm the only boy she won't bite
Was she the dress drenched all in gasoline? Was she the Jezebel dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the Was she death itself, or whatever comes
a suckerpunch Maybe the common Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a Maybe the Maybe the Maybe a fortune teller with there to read
And she waits, and she herself too well She at her hands, but still can't tell When good luck comes She packs up all her and jumps town
Was she the trophy Was she the Was she the only in life that you've been under? Was she the broken string, or the symphony? the upright, perfectly out-of-key
Maybe a tar pick up with ancient bone Maybe the footsteps you hear you're home alone Maybe the prize bird its feathers Maybe the that just won't hold your shit together
Was she the blood that means disaster? she's nothing close to what you think you're after When all at once, man, you and come to You know exactly it is that she was to you