You're just a piece of trash picked up from the dirt and carried with the wind
You're obsessed with things with pages that turn but you only love things that bleed
You don't care if it hurts, you don't care if it stings
The pain is what you need
And oh, oh, oh- look what you've started now
And oh, oh, oh- the rain is falling down
You like messy hair and cigarettes and lovers as sad as you
You like Frank Sinatra, Whitney, and Etta James too
You're scared of where you're headed- cause you know where you've been
You're just a piece of trashed picked up from the dirt and carried with the wind
I wanna sit and fall in love with you

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