a pretty picture of your older sister that i will hide beneath my bed but
your broken mother
about the cover
you don't show your face around these parts no more
was it really worth it all
to give up laughter in the hall?
and did you cut your ribbon bows
for the man
for the man that seems to know?
you let him use you
you let him cut you down. until your soul was darker than the well
but i still love you. i still have your picture by my bed
and it greets me every morning
was it really worth it all
to give up laughter in the hall?
and did you cut your ribbon bows
for the man
for the man who seems to know?
did he promise did he say
that you'd be home again some day?
'cause while the sun it finally sets. we'll find you drowning
you don't say
but those words hurt anyways. to california to get your career well on its way
you'll burn out bright love
but do you know which part to give away?
of the star
of the star
that you have sold for fame?