The Rager

She walked in, her hands in her coat pockets
She brought her best bad habit she's looking for to kill
If not herself then maybe tonight's boyfriend
maybe some sad random looking for his fill
And though I know I'm just some perk
She lets me hang around and watch her work
'Cause she knows what I like to do.
And she knows what I like to see
And she knows how to bring about
a shattered heart that don't belong to me
This one's a rager and all the cute girls hate her
And all the boys run terrified from her powder-white toes
Who's she, they ask me, as she stumbles past me
It's one of twenty different names depending where she goes
But I still don't know which one's real
She lets me hang around and watch her deal
Cause she knows where a man gets weak
She leans in with that low-cut dress
She knows what I like to see
her victims walking out the bar a mess
Now it's search and destroy for the player of the playboy
For the walking apocalypse and the heels she staggers on
She courts the shadows, she swings about the gallows
Rope-to-rope she gets her thrill and lays awake at dawn
But who can live that way this long
I've seen plenty good girls go wrong
But I've never seen someone like you
Burning holes in a four-post bed
Passed out with your knees all bruised
Your sleeping hand holding a cigarette
And your head never hurt so bad
Thinking 'bout the fun you had
What on earth did we do last night?
Why's there blood on the shower wall?
Who's that sleeping on the hardwood floor?
And what's the number written on my palm?
Yeah my keys are somewhere in my pants
But I ain't trying to get back home
Then she wakes up and she quietly laughs
There's a party tonight if you wanna go