Testo
She's waiting for the train, it's a quarter to two
Pretending to Mercedes in her brother's shoes
She's over explaining the way that she moves
She's got a little taste, they've gotten her to
They don't know why
She spends most nights
Biding her time
Waiting for the high
Nothing on her own, she can't be alone
There's no money left to hold
And it shows, 'cause she's folding
Always on the run
Ain't it fun, nothing holding
Right from here and then
Always feeling fun
Nothing on her own, she can't be alone
There's no money left to hold
And it shows, 'cause she's folding
Always on the run
Ain't it fun, nothing holding
Right from here and then
Always feeling fun
They'll never catch on, she's so good at distractions
She rolls with the feel
With no attachments
They don't know why
She spends most nights
Biding her time
Waiting for the high
Nothing on her own, she can't be alone
There's no money left to hold
And it shows, 'cause she's folding
Always on the run
Ain't it fun, nothing holding
Right from here and then
Always feeling fun
Nothing on her own, she can't be alone
There's no money left to hold
And it shows, 'cause she's folding
Always on the run
Ain't it fun, nothing holding
Right from here and then
Always feeling fun