You make a scene, like you always do. Going up stream, down the avenue. To fuck some trophy boy. That you'll win tonight at the bar. . So bad, so far.
She's perfect for a cotton dress. Pretty when her hair's a mess. A little wine and she gets a little loud. . Once or twice she's bleached my jeans. She's been known to burn the beans.
Stop, hey, don't you dare move. Why you always have to go and leave so soon. Don't you know it's all so clear. All you have to really do is stay right here.
They watch the sky with paper eyes. Where animals are thin. I feel empty with your tragedy. So fill me up till I'm dead. . Sunken eyes. And its all inside your head.
A small town girl with big time dreams. But nothing's ever as it seems. A mother waves her girl goodbye. Then slowly hangs her head and cries. . Hollywood hills and the big city lights.