作词 : Kyle Craft
作曲 : Kyle Craft
Was the the train wreck
Was she your last drag
Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once had
Was she the cure all or just the disease
Was she the ransack or the good denim jeans
Maybe the money spent
Maybe the bad nights
Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite
Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat
Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed
Hey it's whatever she wants to be
Hey that's whatever she's gonna be
Out there roaming the night
Guess I'm the only boy she won't bite
Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline
Was she the new age Jezebel dog treat
Was she the warhead or the firecracker
Was she death itself or whatever comes after
Maybe a suckerpunch
Maybe the common thread
Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette
Maybe the absolute
Maybe the in between
Maybe a fortune teller with no one there to read
And she waits and she knows herself too well
She stares at her hands but still can't tell
When good luck comes around
She packs up all her cards and jumps town
Was she the trophy wife
Was she the wanderer
Was she the only spell in life that you've been under
Was she the broken string or the whole symphony
Maybe the upright perfectly out of key
Maybe a tar pick filled up with ancient bone
Maybe the footsteps you hear when you're home alone
Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers
Maybe the glue that just won't hold your **** together
Was she the blood moon that means disaster
Maybe she's nothing close to what you think you're after
When all at once man you wake and come to
You know exactly what it is that she was to you