Jan 27, 2005 18:25
I feel so good; I brought my little lady friend
She's the newest, truest female of mine
Helps me feel so much better when I feel so behind
She's one of the things I need to climb over this hill
Used to go to my memories to escape my will
Instead I go to her little doe-eyed stare
It's another distraction to keep me impaired
And it doesn't really matter who she is
The next cute girl who'll have me will do
She's the next best thing to you
When I'm with her I'm breathing and it's okay
I'm not really alive but it's fine that way
She's a nice decoration to see on my arm, and she smiles
Makes me forget all my past and my trials because
She's here and all of my friends think she's a doll
Doesn't matter if I do at all-because it's about me, and
Whether I can fall asleep easily
I know she'll grow tired soon enough
Will only take so much of my liquor habit morning scruff
But it'll be easy to find myself a new debutante
Another cheap imitation of what I really want