She

She walks her feet, through tired streets
Be careful not to break the glass.
She's a twenty fucking something, just hungry for loving
She is fresh trash more than pure class

So stop me before i hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though i hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home.

She speaks only lies, through straining eyes
Is careful not to ruin her charm
She makes the devil run through me, she has the cruelest of beauty,
She is the needle, not the vein in your arm.

So stop me before i hurt myself
I am a picture of perfect health
And even though, you know that i hate being alone
I still wouldn't take you home.