He lifts you and carries you someplace
Doesn't even matter where
I sit someplace and stare
Doesn't even matter where.
Pictures flash before our eyes
Mine just in my head, yours come from outside.
Every day, there's so much at stake
I don't even gamble it all away
Already lost my money on the way to the casino.
Will you think about
What marriage and Stockholm Syndrome have in common
When you stand at the altar and tell him you love him?
Hear me sigh
It feels so ******* bad
Being a ******* rat
And not the live one on your sweet shoulder
Just the dead one under your boyfriend's shoe.