I’ve never seen such a woman propping up a bar like this
Red dress in deep distress
Suspended around your neck anchored by the weight of regret
That somehow you can’t ignore or shift
Like the track marks along your arm
You’ve never told a lie, but you’ll also never admit
That you love to revel in all the things you’ve ever done wrong
And there’s dirt,
Hidden way down beneath your tongue
That you’re only willing to share with someone like me

Watered down dreams, 24 hours 7 days a week
Surrounded by groping hands and a scenery that’s so bleak
No wonder you’re a self-deprecating 21st century casualty
Trying to conform to the normality of a ******-up reality
That isn’t fair for boys and girls like us
Don’t you agree?!