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 the disease? Was she the ransack, or the denim jeans?
Maybe the spent the bad nights Maybe the deep wound left a spider bite Maybe the head inside a toilet seat Maybe the vampire searching for to bleed
Hey, it's she wants to be Hey, that's whatever she's be Out there roaming the I'm the only boy she won't bite
Was she the wedding dress drenched all in Was she the Jezebel dog treat? Was she the warhead, or the Was she death itself, or whatever after?
a suckerpunch Maybe the common Maybe the gray teeth on a cigarette the absolute 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 tell good luck comes around She up all her cards and jumps town
Was she the wife? Was she the Was she the only spell in life that you've been Was she the broken string, or the symphony? the upright, perfectly out-of-key
Maybe a tar pick filled up with bone Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home the prize bird losing its feathers Maybe the glue that won't 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 wake and to You know exactly what it is she was to you