Scenester

This is the soundtrack... to one specific girl's life The soundtrack to one specific... girl's life You take this specific song... and stick it right in your head automatica folder [Verse One] 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 related 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! [Hook] 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 Two] 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! [Hook] 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 Three] 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! [Hook] 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