Worse Mistakes

She cracks a pack of cigarettes
And lets the cellophane fall away
Oh, she knows she'll quit eventually
Maybe someday soon, but not today
’Cause like the smoke she blows out into space
She's drifting in the wake
Of worse mistakes

She's held together loosely
Like a junkyard car, rusty and decayed
Oh, she knows she’ll quit eventually
Someday soon, she knows she's gonna break down
But she can't think about tomorrow
While shе's keeping up the pace
Of worse mistakеs

She's living like an avalanche
Collecting harder questions on the way down
Like how long can she keep it up?
And how much can she take before she pays?
In the back seat of a stranger's car
Pinned under the weight
Of worse mistakes

Last night, she stalled in mid-mistake
Sprawled out like a broken flower vase
With no one there to lift her up
No one there to claim her broken face
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
Of worse mistakes
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
Of worse mistakes