I could be contended

I don't need to suffer

You're beautiful

Good to talk to

You make an impression

To take my attention

And when you touch my skin

I smell disaster

Step away, walk away

All I want is the real thing

(Nothing but the real thing)

Walking on pavements

We collect in bars

Asleep in the houses

So alone

Looking inside herself

She breaks the glass

Turns her head backwards

She's fallen down again