Paper Girls

She stays silent, but her mind is in a whirl
But he makes her spill with the flick of a switch
He knows how to take her, break down and burn her
And life goes on without a hitch
She says he makes her feel beautiful, she's never had that before
As she dances on his lips
The stale smell of cigarettes, drowning in flavored Burnett's
She's got nowhere else to be

I've grown weary of your selling out

You want to say I'm a mess? Well take a look at yourself
You slip from your heels as you fall from your dress
I'd like to think you're alright
Maybe stay in tonight?
No, I can't handle all these paper girls

You can look at her face and tell that something's amiss
When she can't even tell you who he's been with
He's been running and diving in bars with low lighting
Having a drink with one of her friends

I've grown weary of your selling out
I know more than you could ever know

You want to say I'm a mess? Well take a look at yourself
You slip from your heels as you fall from your dress
I'd like to think you're alright
Maybe stay in tonight?
No, I don't know
Maybe it's the way that he walked
Maybe it's the way that he talked
Maybe it's the way that he walked
Oh I can't handle all these paper girls