she thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway.
she's got a little bit of something, god it's better than nothing.
& in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all.
she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to.
& she only sleeps when it's raining,
& she screams & her voice is straining.
she says, "baby, it's three a.m., i must be lonely".
yeah, well, she says,
"baby, well i can't help but be scared of it all sometimes".
& in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all.
she swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to.
& she only sleeps when it's raining,
& she screams & her voice is straining.
she says, "baby, it's three a.m., i must be lonely".
yeah, well, she says,
"baby, well i can't help but be scared of it all sometimes".