She used to shut the door, when the needle and her spoon became her world.
Nobody's in her room, but there's so much people inside.
Her mind's spinning over her body, diving in the mood and in the sea.
She doesn't want to spend some time for anyone.
She's got some idiot issues.
The big brown rock breaking through her bones.
Always telling me I'm okay.
She wouldn't take it anyway.
And when she's feeling old alone, she knows how to ride on these four.
Fine and you fix it for night and day, won't help her get out of this way.
And when she's feeling left out there, she's got nothing to do except.
Fine and you fix it for night and day, won't help her get out of this way.
She's got some idiot issues.
The big brown rock breaking through her bones.
Always telling me I'm okay.
She wouldn't take it anyway.
She wouldn't take it anyway.
