but a song about a girl 'aint really about a girl
got a 2 way vanity mirror I'm an amity villain with a peeping tom complex
your just a soul collector you keep puting 'em in a trash bag
when theres none left to collect so you go on and make more but wait, what you lose them to the state for?
it'll be through plexi glass there aint no bail outs in this jail house
a penny saved a penny earned and i've learned life is cliche one of these days you get what you deserve
but a song about a girl 'aint really about a girl
got a 2 way vanity mirror firing a blind eye at turn from a 200 puond guerilla
in the midst of mis directed anger False blood can run thinner than icy water watch the fangbanger flirt with the deadstar
disided right then and there to pretend you're alive maybe. baby lie to me, evade my privacy have the decency to say bye, after taking the pride
you ran out of family plunder And launch passed to crash, so when you're done playing dumb, empty the trash
We're looking for our life back, we wish we could have saved yours There is nothing we can buy back, cause everything was payed off I found you in a pawn shop, you were stuck behind a glass case I watched as the cause(?) drop, puppydog sad face