She said to me with a sheepish little grin
"you'll fold in time, you'll fold within, and become a paragon of sin when you trust your soul with swine you've got no room to wine"


How does it feel to know you ain't real at all?
You're nothing more than a dress
And I've got nothing, no nothing to say to you

Cuz it will never be...

We finally opened your pores

We never got you the cure
When we tried and tried and tried
It was never enough


Put down your cards and fold
Cuz you've got to know when to hold them

'Til the end 'til the end
I won't trust myself with them


How does it feel to know you ain't real at all?
You're nothing more than a dress
And I've got nothing, no nothing to say to you

Cuz it will never be...