On our way to crazy

There's a crazy girl in Santa Fe
That Allan used to see
She got mad one day and threw his things
Out the window violently
There's a park where she hangs out now
With the hookers and the bums
Ain't it wild how quick it changes
From the suburbs to the slums

CHORUS
Almost no one slides on purpose
No one sells their soul for free
But once we love the things that hurt us
We're on our way to crazy
On our way to crazy

There's a deep and howling darkness
That is tucked into the film
In between the flickers of her body
Milky white and slim
It's a loneliness translated
Into sex and back again
But the meaning gets all muddled
When she thinks he is her friend

And the black hole of attraction
That just follows her along
It looks all rich and sumptuous
But it always feels wrong
And "The contents they don't matter
It's appearance that is key"
That's the mantra that she mutters
By the glow of the TV
Now you've followed down the spiral
To its deadly final point
Where you think the reason you was born
Was just to dirty up the joint
Now remember how it used to feel
How everything would work
Back before you lost control
Back when the steering wheel jerked