[MuseSick]

"Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex and New Found Glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away, she's feeling worthless;
used again, but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care.

At home by three;
a deafening quiet.
The porch light's off,
guess they forgot it.
She'd cry herself to sleep
but she don't dare.
And she wants to be a model,
She wants to hear she's beautiful.
She's beautiful."

No Ash, that's not true. -kisses cheek- You've done a lot of good, for ME ALONE. Do you want to talk about it?