I could be contended
I don't need to suffer
You're beautiful

Good to talk to
You make an impression
To take my attention

And when you touch my skin
I smell disaster


Step away - walk away
All I want is the real thing
(nothing but the real thing)


Walking on pavements
We collect in bars

Asleep in the houses
So alone -
Looking inside herself

She breaks the glass
Turns her head backwards
She's fallen down again