The Cutting Room

Whiskey bottle head rush tight on ephedrine
Pulling at the curtains like you’ll never make the scene
Sister’s in the bathroom playing games with fate
Everything is tasteless & just piled up on your plate again
And you wonder why they’re never looking at you
You wonder why you never leave the cutting room
You’re standing at the courtyard killing cigarettes
Another boy, another joke, another dirty dress
Peeling at the future, trying to stay clean
Trying to be something more than sex & nicotine again
& you wonder why…
But girl you are an angel, an angel with bad dreams
Don’t tie yourself to desperation, don’t let them see you beat again