She said good morning
They call me
Dead Sara
She said we all need a friend
Sometimes
Her eyes were sore
sheets worn
Around her shoulders
Her breast bone cracked
As she stretched off
The night
Her arms were scratched
Nails worn
And black As leather
A cigarette hung
From her lips
Struggling to light
I said sure
I can stay
For a little while
And gave her a flame
As she looked into my eyes
She said Who you see
It Isn\'t really me
The whiskey neat
Self ripped jeans
Led Zeppelin Tee\'s
Eye shadow smudged
Hair unclean
The indie dream
Doesn\'t mean a thing anymore
I use to sing with meaning
Not a means to an end
I swapped the needle on my turn table
For a needle that pierced my skin
She said What\'s your name?
I can\'t even remember
I said names don\'t really mean a thing
The busker outside
The window
Began to play Proud Mary
Big wheels keep on turning
We did scream
She said you\'re kinda cool but you look so innocent
I\'ll probably poison
your soul
If you hang around to long
I said Dead Sara
Don\'t you ever turn your mind off
Dead Sara don\'t you ever just enjoy the song?