She built a theatre around your brain
Made sense of one shot and two shots more
She stood for hours in the pouring rain
What did she do that for?

Her first real cigarette, she begs it not to burn
Before you exit the backstage door
It's quite a hassle to acknowledge that she's there
What would you do that for?

Your skin looks so filthy now, in that black tee shirt
You watch her satin dress dancing in the dirt
If there's no love in those bones, then man, what's it worth?

She romanticized about the things that you would be
Sent you her favorite books you know you'll never read
All that she really wants is to forget that you're there
What would she do that for?

Your skin looks so filthy now, in that black tee shirt
You watch her satin dress dancing in the dirt
If there's no love in those bones, then man, what's it worth?

Your skin looks so filthy now
You watch her satin dress dancing in the dirt
If there's no love in those bones, then man, what's it worth?