Polished trophy, pretty whore
Leave the house to feel adored
Evil eaves, so soft and sweet
So why'd you let them pass you around like meat?
You're not even breast, you're not even steak
You're a happy meal, just lay there on a plate
You're available at any hour
They just drive through, take your power, uh-uh-uh, power
You'd better watch out
I think your meat is starting to turn sour
Groupie they all lovingly
Fear the things you could achieve
If you thought better of yourself
But you prefer to fuck up your mental health
You grew up hungry, hunger pangs for company
You could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put you at ease
They say, you always sing in a minor key
Only about things that concern me
I'm happy day to day
But this hunger, it never goes away
I grew up hungry, hunger pangs for company
I could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put me at ease
Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love
No, none of these things seem enough
For girls like her and guys like me
Depleted in com-company
Depleted company, depleted company
No I don't wanna be saved, I'm not asking for that
I prefer to be brave, I filled myself up with things
That I know will just fuck with my head
With things that I know will just fuck up my head
Well at least I helped one girl
Crawl out of strangers' beds
And you, I doubt you ever bothered to see
What's going on in her head
Well it's easy to judge
And it's easy to say what you said
No it's easy, so easy to say-ay-ay-ay
Say what you said
