wasted
a cardboard box for our dreams in the closet
tasted
to many lies that you would deposit

I met a whore and she gave me a quarter
to call you up for advice to her mother
take down your pictures 'cause we're commin' over
we'll hang outside and wait for reporters

shaken
stepped on your earrings and got back some felling
shaven
just one more trick to keep me kneelin'

I met a whore and she gave me a quarter
to call you up for advice to her mother
take down your pictures 'cause we're commin' over
we'll hang outside and wait for reporters

I hope you find
your little piece of mind
that'll bring you back
until you know his name

faded
the carpet stains are all that's left of memories
waited
the water ran babtized in envy

I met a whore and she gave me a quarter
to call you up for advice to her mother
take down your pictures 'cause we're commin' over
we'll hang outside and wait for reporters