Texty

Midnight showers in the dark Nightmares come streaming with the water Food eaten from the floor She used to be a businessman's daughter Future left undiscovered Then Pain comes dancing with laughter on her body Now she lies on her favourite bench Lies in her only dress She rewinds to a time She was clean and fresh Gotta stay on her A-game Always gotta play and party hard, of course She had gold running through her fingers It turns to mold Yeah, she was a thinker But now she's sold to the highest bidder Figures come streaming with the sunshine All clean and white Except that guy That stain on his shirt, and the mess is mine No, I mean hers She is confined To words like "ashamed" and "to blame" And "cannot find herself", no She had gold running through her fingers It turns to mold Yeah, she was a thinker But now she's sold to the highest bidder She had gold, running through her fingers It turns to mold Yeah, she was a thinker But now she's sold to the highest bidder And she rewinds back to a time When she was clean and fresh Never sunk to the right side City lights in her eyes She had gold running through her fingers It turns to mold Yeah, she was a thinker But now she's sold to the highest bidder She had gold running through her fingers It turns to mold Yeah, she was a thinker But now she's sold to the highest bidder Now she's numb, she has no one Now she's numb, remembers no one
Writer(s): Nicole Kozin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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