hot mess

she's at the bar again cigarette lit in her hand

she's drinking herself into oblivion every god damn night

I guess some things are too hard to face sober

she's downing those milly lites

she's trying to erase the past from her mind

isn't it better, baby, to just face it

rather than trying to forget who you are?

baby I know its hard

there she is at the bar again singing the same songs
like she did all the nights before and it never gets old

she's roping some poor bastard in

she needs his attention

ointment for her bruised ego

the pain subsides but the mark still shows

isn't it better, baby, to just face it

rather than trying to forget who you are?

baby I know its hard

she sold her soul for a plastic life

now she drinks herself to death

trying to fill what's left inside

 

she's hiding behind lies on top of lies

she's running out of people who believe her stories

one crack in her armor and now she's been exposed

she's just an insecure girl lashing out at the world

chewed up but not spit out

she sold her soul for a plastic life

now she drinks herself to death

trying to fill what's left inside