Vice

Sarah’s sitting all alone tonight.
Don’t ask her if she’s okay, she’s fine.
Bullets falling from her heavy eyes.
They’d love to close,
forever knows, she’d never open them again.
But let’s pretend
that she’s not bleeding.
There’s no razor blade against her wrist.
A kiss she’d never get from home.
Mother knows, she’s being closed, but boy she’d love to see her girl .

And she’ll tell you that it's perfect,
'cause it makes her feel alive.
And she’ll tell you it's her savior,
cant be wrong if it's so right.
And she’ll tell you that it's freeing.
It’s the pain that lets her heal,
and feel, for once, that she is real.

And Sarah knows the difference, between love and lust.
It's both, she just don’t talk about it much.
As it drops
The blood flows through her veins, but what about her heart.
And if it stops,
will she be ready to move on?

Mascara falls under her chin.
The pressure’s finally sinking in.
The voices pushing her the way
that she herself does not believe.
All while the memories explode.
She’d be fine if only she could know.
The answer. The truth. The way out.

And don't ask her if she's okay, she's fine.
And don't ask her if she's alright, she's only dying.

And she’ll tell you it's not perfect,
Hell shouldn’t make you feel alive.
And she’ll tell you it's no savior ,
but she’s lost hold of what's right.
And she’ll tell you it’s deceiving,
it’s the pain that lets her real-
ize that she hurting
when she just wants to be alive!

But don't ask her if she's okay. She's fine.