pretty girls are walking around
they're walking on crutches barely making a sound
they're calling up their boyfriends to come fetch them after work

cuz their legs are getting tired from the dancing they've been going trying to make in the city

and you wanna feel bad for them

home cook a meal for them
dail up the mothers who can hardly wait to see them
going out the door back to college or

university
supposedly


can't see straight i've got spots on my lens
i can't look forward only speak in past tense
i got being for my purpose

but no purpose for being here
it's better just to look away when everything is falling down
in the city

when the broken legs are looking pretty

the fact of the matters is

what's buried under here is
you gotta go to school if you want a career
you've got to summon up the forces that are there to tie you down

you've got to rest that broken leg and just be glad it's not a broken heart in the city
cuz a broken heart is never pretty