Oh she′s talking to her demon

The one that got her imagining things

They might have some kind of agreementTo trade reality with fairy tales

She fancies salted wound

She likes the sound of screaming too

There's nothing I can do

To help her through the night

Oh she′s talking to her parents

The ones that never listened to her wish

She might just try to buy a parrot

To be a witness of her blooded wrist

She can't see afternoon

She don't know where she belongs to

There′s nothing I can do

To help her through the night

The meaning of her life

Enough to make them laugh

The bruises on her jaw, the broken heart she suffers in a way

That you will never know

Oh oh

Oh she′s talking to the Kevin

The guy she met at the convenient store

The planned to elope in the summer

But Kevin left her for another girl

She's Nancy Spungen′s youth

She hides her feelings in her shoes

There's nothing I can do

To help her through the night

Oh she must be devastated

To think about her failed relationship

Wondering why they never lasted

Or she remembers what her father did

She′s sick of what they do

She hates the silent treatment too

There's nothing I can do

To help her through the night

The meaning of her life

Enough to make them laugh

The bruises on her jaw, the broken heart she suffers in a way

That you will never know

Oh oh