Sounds so damn familer...
This is the sound trAck to one specific girls life.
The sound track to one specific girls....life.
SO you can take this song and put it right in your head automatica folder.
Snuggle it right under your head automatica folder.
By the time that she wakes up and smears on her make up
shes dressed to kill, no heart behind her A-cup.
Silly girl from upstate I could have loved her.
No suprise ties were severed the girl was a cutter.
Use to hack her arm up for attention
I kind of related to the state of her depression.
my head down walking through her do-or-die world.
Of course I'd get hooked on a suciuide girl.
told me GOD was gonna see her by easter
Still I kept my doubts she was such a SCENESTER!
YOU KNOW THE MODEL TYPE THAT NEVER BECOMES A MODEL
Counting her tips with bloody hands from opening bottles.
She's so shallow and hollow so sick you think this girls being burried tomorrow.
in Key Largo too bent to feel this
all we had in common was mental illness!
I've got you where I want you
far enough for me to seem not too insane
but youre sicker than me
so when I slip into psychosis your my secretary.
SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER.
her boyfriends in a band playing her college
but like her model career completly uncomplished.
stage hand gets fucked over and over by this clinicly depressed suicidal cage fan, man.
for the sake of irony why loose it?
you were the guy who put the girl up on my music?
shes scandalous, sick, seething opertunist,
BUT YOU HAD TO RESPECT, HER GANGSTA WAS RUTHLESS.
Told me it was only me making her brain stir
I kept my doubts she was such an aimster
little boys were lap dogs for smack runs
then the angel clipped her wings and found a tat gun
my friend or fling is looking for amenities
and alternates her friends to keep switching up her identities
bump this at home pissed, looking through your portfolio of phone pics.
I got you where I want you
far enough for me to seem not to insane
but youre sicker than me so when I slip into pysochsis youre my secretary
SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER.
Her talk is slick her walks a vanilla sundae
catwalk through dog shit in the yard like a runway.
she bit my neck would kiss me til my lips were sore
clothes smelled of gucci with a little hint of thrift store
see if you cant find her, queen of the diner.
Had her arm in every pic til she figured out the timer.
used dudes in love, picked out tools percise.
but she couldnt use those tools to fix her life.
she loved drama so much she used it as a moniker.
dudes tryina bang her pretendin' to be photographers.
but to her credit she aint listen to any pop
hipster lover, underground rappers, and indie rock.
she put the razor to her arm and dug so many gashes
I could have wrote this song in between the slashes.
Funny how you never opened the vein to out you
but you vain enough to think this song is about you.
I got you were I want you.
far enough for me to seem not too insane
but youre sicker than me so when I slip into pysochosis youre my secratery.
SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER SHES A SCENESTER.
Hahaha this is the greatest thing I ever heard. I bought this cd like 2 weeks ago and when I heard this song, I was like, "wow, that sounds like me. Isn't that a bad thing though?" Then I remember I heard it on Lizz's myspace and thought the words were just like me too. I guess thats not such a good thing, but it is pretty close. Either way, I love this song. Yes, it's ridiculous. & So am I.
Kegger tonight at my favorite little naked JM girl's house. I can't wait!