We shine like small town stars through the best days of our lives.
The tears I cry all taste of blameBad luck and dirty cops, I’m a fucking teenage tragedy. I walk lonely streets and talk big time dreams… I’m gone and I ain’t coming back this time. I’m gonna find my home underneath the city lights. Pills fall like diamonds from my purse, right out the hole in my fur coat - straight down the gutter goes my anecdote to a broken girl.