This is the soundtrack... to one specific girl's life

The soundtrack to one specific... girl's life

You can stick this specific song in your Head Automatica folder, snuggle it right up in your Head Automatica Folder



[Verse 1:]

By the time that she wake up and smear on her make up

She's dressed to kill, no heart behind her A-cup

Silly girl from upstate, I could have loved her

No surprise ties severed, the girl was a cutter

Used to hack her arm up for attention

I kinda relate it to the state of her depression

My head down walkin' through a do or die world

Of course I'd get hooked on a suicide girl

Told me God was gonna see her by Easter

Still I kept my doubts, she was such a scenester

You know the model type that never becomes a model

Counts her tips with bloody hands from opening bottles

She's so shallow and hallow

So sick you'd think this girl was bein' buried tomorrow

In Key Largo without you too bent to feel this

'Cause all we had in common was mental illness

Oh!



[Chorus:]

I got you where I want you

Far enough for me to seem not too

Insane but you're sicker than me

So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary



She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester



[Verse 2:]

Her boyfriend's in a band playing her college

But like her model career: completely unaccomplished

Stage hand gets fucked over and over

by this clinically depressed suicidal Cage fan (man)

For the sake of the irony why lose it

You were the guy who put the girl up on my music

Scandalous, sick, seething opportunist

But you had to respect, her gangster was ruthless

Told me it was only me making her brain stir

I kept my doubts she was such a aimster

Little boys were lap dogs for smack runs

Then the angel clipped her wings and found a tat gun

My friend or fling is looking for amenities

And alternates her friends to keep switching her identities

Bump this on your little stereo at home pissed

Lookin' through your portfolio of phone pics

Oh!



[Chorus:]

I got you where I want you

Far enough for me to seem not too

Insane but you're sicker than me

So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary



She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester



[Verse 3:]

Her talk is slick, her walk's a vanilla sundae

Catwalk through dog shit in the yard like a runway

She bit my neck, would kiss me 'til my lips sore

Clothes smelled of Gucci with a little hint of thrift store

See if you can find her, queen of the diner

Had her arm in every pic 'til she figured out the timer

Used dudes in love, picked out tools precise

But couldn't use those tools to fix her life

She loved drama so much she used it as a moniker

Dudes tryin' to bang her pretend to be photographers

But to her credits she ain't listen to any pop

Hipster lover underground rappers and indie rock

She put the razor to her arm and dug so many gashes

I could have wrote this song in between the slashes

Funny how you never opened a vein to out you

But you vain enough to think this song is about you

No!



[Chorus:]

I got you where I want you

Far enough for me to seem not too

Insane but you're sicker than me

So when I slip into psychosis you're my secretary



She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester



She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester

She's a scenester