Rotten Sweet

Plastic toy ponies smell like after it rains When the pavement is breathing, still wet on a summer day Old Spice in the locker room, boys all smell the same What she wears is rotten sweet, it leaves a candy stain And you cut her up into little stars Said it's over now, it's over now But she won't perform, the sky is dark, it's not over She says it's over (she says) Grocery store roses, it's a kind of deceit To be candy coated, to linger when you'd rather leave Dusty fields and bloody knees, boys all fight the same She fades in a suburban room And watches the fires burn, untouched by the flames And you cut her up into little stars Said it's over now, it's over now But she won't perform, the sky is dark, it's not over She says it's over (she says)