She's a little *****
with a big deep hole in her chest
to fill
to feel
more broken every day that exists

People like to watch her fall
It makes nice art but it can corrode
She's corroding in her own hell
Sometimes, she corrodes in love
hard to distinguish both

She destroys because she's destroyed
She aches and this is all she spreads
This unflattering vision of me - can I take?
And the men that pass through her hands
are the sign she's anything but right

Coming back home - but where's home?
Home is such a scam, but I am
So dramatically lost
Love is such an elusive charm
She murders love - but collateral harm

But this won't take much longer
I've got a hand in my pocket...
give me some time to standby
while working full throttle, full drive
take some distance
the pain is going to make me blackout

Take the little ***** to London
put her in the plane with her friends
take the little ***** somewhere else
she needs an ear - a kind of help
a get away