Taking pictures of the boys

Passed out in your bed

True collector till the end



You burned your bridges well

With games of kiss and tell

Left me twisting in the wind



You occupy your days

Walking through a maze

Convincing everyone you've got a lot to say



You're such a pretty thing ...

I taught you everything you know



When you first came to town

Buying drinks until you drowned

So many wasted nights



The blood lay an your hands

Trying to make amends

But you're spilling on your dress



The gypsy's on the move

But the caravan remains

New backdrop but same old play



You're such a pretty thing...

I taught you everything you know