Caricatures and scrapbooks

I've seen the way you move, girl

I've seen the way you shake

I've seen you lose it all, girl,

and I've seen you fucking baked

do the drugs help you at all?

do they take away the pain?

because I know they take it all

and I've watched you fall again

I'll watch you fall

photograph it all

show it to you later

so you can laugh it off

or maybe you won't

so pop another pill

so your social skill goes high

like the rest of you

take another ht

so when you hit the floor

you won't feel the fall

I'll watch you fall

photograph it all

show it to you later

so you can cry it off

oh, look, here's the one where you drove home stoned

and o, see, here's the one yous pent with him instead of me

oh, look, the red eye couldn't fix this one

because, oh, no, you were too far gone

your brown eyes are red again

like the blood that used to pump through your veins

and your white skin

is black and blue again

like ocean that you're jumping into again

I've seen the way you move, girl,

I've seen the way you shake

I've seen the way you lose it all

and I've seen you fuckin baked

I've seen how your lungs must look

I see the way you feel

So instead of fixing up yourself

go take another hit