One small wish led to this, your innocence is a dismal echo
Since this genesis of the magazine model, the american gal
The skin-tight gentrification you belong to now
Pull your teeth out for them
Pull your teeth out for them
Pull your teeth out for them
September 25th, when you first flipped
And I was already too addicted to quit
You took some things and left me as a bleeding ruin
Laying against the old chain fence was probably my favorite memory of this
You cant recall at all, I find that symbolic
Old news is old and you are so sickening
Nobody cares what you have to say so no one is listening
You continue to disappear
You continue to disappear