Dressed up working for shots at the bar, cloves, black fingernails.
Modern woman, so proud, so strong! Lose your top if all else fails.
Sight’s set on your prey, rings on their fingers, feeling that seven year itch.
Oh yeah, you’re so hot, top of your game, but time is a fickle bitch.
At home alone now starring yourself into your own green eyes.
Repeating everyone sees beauty in these, so why, why can’t I?
I wish you were a more stable girl, but you’ll never wear that dress.
I wish that things could be different, but that’s just a fools request.
And he’s not listening too busy admiring your chest, and
I listened to every word and your just a self-hating mess.
Burning bridges comes naturally, just like hiding yourself from friends.
Calling bullshit on all others, but the same bullshit just keeps happening.
And we share this problem its tough moving on and letting go,
You’ve got to apologize, make amends, and work hard looking strait to tomorrow.
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