Polished trophy
Pretty whore
Leave the house
To feel adored
Evil eaves
So soft and sweet
So why'd you let them
Pass you around like meat?
You're not even breast
You're not even steak
You're a happy meal
Just lay there on a plate
You're available at any hour
They just drive through
Take your power, uh-uh-uh, power
You better watch out
I think your meat
Is starting to turn sour
Groupie they all lovingly
Fear the things you could achieve
If you thought better of yourself
But you prefer to fuck up
Your mental health
You grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
You could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put you at ease
They say... you always sing in a minor key
Only about things that concern me
I'm happy day to day
But this hunger it never goes away
I grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
I could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put me at ease
Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love
No, none of these things seemed enough
For girls like her, and guys like me
Depleted in com- company
Depleted company, depleted company
No i don't wanna be saved
I'm not asking for that
I prefer to be brave
And fill myself with things
That i know will just
Fuck with my head
With things that i know
Will just fuck up my head
Well at least i helped one girl
Crawl out of strangers beds
And you, i doubt you ever bothered
To see what's going on in her head
Well it's easy to judge
And it's easy to say what you said
No it's easy, so easy to say
Say what you said
