Party Girl

All my friends are full of shit
Say something true; they cut into it
Guess that's the cult of irony these days
They come over to my house
And they've all been in my mouth
And they don't even know my last name

And its a short, short walk to the stand
But i don't get very far
Fuck the right guy in the right band
And you'll be a star
Tell me who's gonna find me
When I sound the alarm?
When I sound the alarm

All my friends are "hidden pools of light"
So who threw in the bitterness and spite?
Guess I get what's coming to me these days
Here's my handle, here's my spout
Tip me over and pour me on out
Don't even bother to light the flame

And its a short short walk to the door
Through a sea of smiles
I'm getting blood on the sink
And the spanish tile
Tell me who's gonna be there
For the chemical mile?
When I lose my charm
When I sound the alarm
when i sound the alarm

I bet you know some girls like me
That trade on a perishable currency
God loves the drunks and the babies, too
It goes from meek to a terrifying shout
If I can keep breathing, I swear I'll work it out
But sometimes I just miss the hell out of you

And its a short short walk to the door
Through a sea of guile
There's some good in here,
And you saw it all the while
I was changin' my heart
Just to fit the style
Will you be on my arm
When I sound the alarm?

Will you be on my arm
When I sound the alarm?
Will you be on my arm
Will you be on my arm
Will you be on my arm
When I sound the alarm