So High She Hits The Target Every Time

She Gets Away Everyday

Cold Hands She Reaches For The Cigarettes

To Warm The Day She Cant Say

She Needs More Sympathy

She Needs More Of Everything

Another Kiss Another Pill

She Believes In A Bigger Thrill

She Might Just Kill Again Move On

To The Next Life



She Finds Too Much Interference On Her Radio

It's Nine Below

So Blind She Walks Into The Distance

And Fades Away Away Away Away

High Fiving Emptiness

She's Gone Too Far To Confess

Another Day Another Lie

Searching For That Perfect High

She Might Just Kill Again

Move On To The Next Life



She Might Just Kill Again

Move On Move On She Moves On

Move On Move On

To The Next Life



Bye Bye

Bye Bye

Cold Hands Reach For Cigarettes