everyone has so much of you
flowing for a dollar or a penny
look so young and act so old
obsessed with obsessions
i love you just for trying
i love you just for trying
i hate you just for trying
to close to the edge to go far
we walk on our tiptoes and
ride with the waves
sometimes flowers fade within
the hour
i feel pretty screwed
i thought i knew one thing
life, i'm just a pretty girl.
what must i do to turn you on
wait for a dustbowl to clean
my head and feed my soul
been pushed and pulled to course
by a momma that prays and a
white pinkish horse
i can feel it when you're
for two
cause it makes me crazy
all the shit you talk i hope half
of it is true