See her taking all the busy routes
Or try to find a way that’s new
Ready to pretend she takes a phone call
Hear a whistle from a passing wolf
Will the braking lights be coming on?
Scanning her surroundings for a camera
If she’s smiles at the things
That you’re shouting out
It doesn’t mean
That she’s putting out
It’s a smile that’s designed to bide time for her latest escape
Living in a world of fear
In her head
Don’t turn around
There’s a cigarette she wears away now
Breathing out the holes she falls down
Don’t turn around
There’s a cigarette she wears away now
Breathing out the holes she falls down
Don’t turn around
"You're too pretty not to smile"
"Stick around just for a while"
"Just cheer up"
"I like the way you look"
"It might never happen after all"
Do you know who’s responsible? (For all this mess)
It’s my brother
My father
And my silence
