look a girl straight in the eyeballs and you can tell
how evil she really is
the smog covers north nashville
i look down on the morning light and it's all a grey area
if she smiles and it looks too good, she's probably made of stone
i bet she doesn't wear her wedding ring when her husband isn't here
i bet she sees him clearer when there's a sun in the fucking sky
i bet she'll always lie
so i can fornicate with oblivion until the clouds hang so low that i'm above them
i'm on the 8th floor
there's no reason for me to be stuck below them
i don’t think i should see her anymore