Polished trophy
Pretty whore
Leave the house
To feel adored

Evil eaves
So soft and sweet
So why'd you let them
Pass you around like meat?

You're not even breast
You're not even steak
You're a happy meal
Just lay there on a plate

You're available at any hour
They just drive through
Take your power, uh-uh-uh, power

You better watch out
I think your meat
Is starting to turn sour

Groupie they all lovingly
Fear the things you could achieve
If you thought better of yourself
But you prefer to fuck up
Your mental health

You grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
You could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put you at ease

They say... you always sing in a minor key
Only about things that concern me
I'm happy day to day
But this hunger it never goes away

I grew up hungry
Hunger pangs for company
I could've sucked dry all the seas
But nothing seemed to put me at ease

Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love
No, none of these things seemed enough
For girls like her, and guys like me
Depleted in com- company

Depleted company, depleted company

No i don't wanna be saved
I'm not asking for that
I prefer to be brave
And fill myself with things
That i know will just
Fuck with my head

With things that i know
Will just fuck up my head

Well at least i helped one girl
Crawl out of strangers beds
And you, i doubt you ever bothered
To see what's going on in her head

Well it's easy to judge
And it's easy to say what you said
No it's easy, so easy to say
Say what you said