Best 1 Out Of 3

It’s curtains for this little performance

So come and take a bow

So certain of your made-up importance

Little Miss Holier-Than-Thou

She pretends to be a shaman

A cure worse than the problem

And then she makes a comment on your arms

She grabs another bottle

Says, “You could be a model”

If you could just cut out all of the carbs

Yeah, she always said, “Bad things come in threes”

Yeah, she always had the best one out of three

It’s hard to recognize when you’re little

That there’s something wrong

Don’t see you’re being played like a fiddle

Until you’re writing your own song

Now you’re running from your mama

And all her fuckin’ drama

Working through the trauma, at fourteen

Is she hearing voices?

And are these even choices?

“It’s just another ploy” says those who’ve seen

Yeah, she always said, “Bad things come in threes”

Yeah, she always had the best one out of three

Got everybody walking on eggshells

A Machiavellian scene

And you wonder if all is well that ends well

But the ends don’t justify being so damn mean

Crusaders and assassins

Who blame you for their actions

Then claim it’s just their passions misconstrued

A list of bad excuses

As long as the abuses

You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you

Yeah, she always said, “Bad things come in threes”

Yeah, she always had the best one out of three

Yeah, she always said, “Bad things come in threes”

Yeah, she always had the best one out of three

It’s curtains for this little performance

And it’s over now