The clock is a ring on her finger that she checks when she's out of time
The cigarette's a spike in the spur of the moment digging in her side

She cuts the paper with nails and her pen is bleeding poetry
Nervous from the sex that she got and the wine that was spilled on her clean white, white sheets

Like to see you, baby
All torn up inside
Girl, you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Girl, you're dead already
So just let your ego die

Nervous from the sex that she got and the wine that was spilled on her clean white, white sheets

Like to see you, baby
All torn up inside
Girl, you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Girl, you're dead already
So just let your ego die
Girl, you're dead already
So just let your ego die
die...die...die...die