Pretty girl reflection in the mirror
Blue lips, bleached hair with a cold-blooded stare
Dust off the dirt from her knees again
Lochness works best when she's unprepared
She's crawling through the streets
There's blood on her feet
Who will she meet?
Pretty girl reflection in the glass
With her knees on the ground, trying so hard not to drown
Dust off the dirt from her knees again
Lochness makes her way back into town
She cartwheels on the sidewalk
I'm too tough to blow my mind out
I'm cuffed, but I'm ready to go inside

I just want to sit here
Catalogue, picture of a bone
With the pine needles in my hair
And think about
The fears I thought I'd shed
Long ago I was imagining
The stars crown on my head
I don't feel anything now
And who would uphold
Until I find it and run it all down
I don't feel anything now
He takes his time
Vary the placement until it's all sound
I don't feel sexy
I don't feel amused
But I will try to undress you
Tethered to the wall
By the fears I thought I'd shed
Long ago I was imagining
But I don't want to