Your bus driver knows me as the girl without a head
With makeup on my forehead and stickers in my hair
I
Don't
Care!!!
Go, run
You long lost son
With pretences beyond
Your taste for sweet almond
You're my cavity
You're my casuality
But honestly
Someday I'll go out in flames
And someday I'll grow out of grace
Until then;
Whore on the rebound
Whore on the rebound
Whore on the rebound, yeah
Whore on the rebound
Whore on the rebound
Whore on the rebound, yeah
Whore on the rebound
Whore on the rebound