Part time model
The wytchesQuick to assume closing every door
I woke up like a stranger
I’ve never done this before
She looks at me with those exact same eyes
The ones that made my mother break down and cry
There has to be a hidden reason why
This creature beats me in the night
She steps a step over my plastic chest
Where she will go only she can decide
I must admit I felt a little sick
I think I swallowed too much pride
Why are you staring at me
You’re not following me so I don’t owe you anything
I ask myself this every night
I woke up like a stranger
The part time models bruise
Pleasuring herself in front of thousands of fools
You don’t know what my mind used to do
When you bent down to tie my shoe
I recall an early afternoon
You told me the earth was a second moon
I believed you for a while but the truthful rein ture
Something you could never do
Then I woke up like a stranger
Her thoughts on the universe came first
The third dimension or the megabus
Your love supplies no comfort
Why are you staring me
You’re not staring at me so I don’t owe you anything
I ask myself this everynight
I woke up in the desert with the strings around my eyes
The desert seems my way inclined
And I’m feeling better all the time
I woke up like a stranger
And fell asleep in the desert