Crazy screwed up lady

It's only 6am Some girl's walking up hills in San Francisco Where's the mist? The wind breathes past the quarter pike above her neck She had a wish though She insists That everyone around that sees her gentle face will turn into stone Never speak To her or anyone who prays to just be broken like a wishbone Cause we are weak I think you're gonna be okay You crazy, screwed up lady (x2) I think you're gonna be okay.... And every step she takes Her tears make her appear like a pretty mime No one blinks The morning glow has kissed the streams upon her face And now it's half-nine An old man winks She sees him sitting there upon a wooden chair right in the middle Of the road And this guy looks at her and turns not into stone, but smiles a little She she shows Him all the bruises and the scars across her body there on purpose She still stands Still the old man sits and checks and prays for her But she ain't nervous Holds her hand I think you're gonna be okay you crazy screwed up lady (x4) I think you're gonna be okay... I think you're gonna be okay you crazy screwed up lady (x5) I think you're gonna be okay...