Almost Normal

Twisted, curled fingers
Crawling up your collar bone
Playing with your long hair,
waiting by the phone.

He's supposed to call you back,
but I'm thinking he never will.

I thought it might make you better
To taste, to see, to touch
I thought maybe you'd look prettier
But there was no such luck.

It didn't make a difference,
I can still see right through you.

You're still just a dirty little girl
too skinny to be pretty,
too dark to be happy,
and you always wish you weren't alive.

I thought maybe I should give it a shot
You might taste sweeter after that first heart-rate drop
But you're broken and you're jagged and you really sicken me.
You're just a dirty little girl, with your dirty little dreams.

Call it a night, get down under the sheets
Maybe it'll be better after this, just maybe?

You were almost normal, down under the sheets,
but I think it was just the shadows, maybe?

You're still just a dirty little girl
too skinny to be pretty,
too dark to be happy...
With your dirty little dreams.