Polished trophy Pretty whore Leave the house To feel adored Evil eaves So soft and sweet So why'd you let them Pass you around like meat? You're not even breast You're not even steak You're a happy meal Just lay there on a plate You're available at any hour They just drive through Take your power, uh-uh-uh, power You better watch out I think your meat Is starting to turn sour Groupie they all lovingly Fear the things you could achieve If you thought better of yourself But you prefer to fuck up Your mental health You grew up hungry Hunger pangs for company You could've sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put you at ease They say... you always sing in a minor key Only about things that concern me I'm happy day to day But this hunger it never goes away I grew up hungry Hunger pangs for company I could've sucked dry all the seas But nothing seemed to put me at ease Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love No, none of these things seemed enough For girls like her, and guys like me Depleted in com- company Depleted company, depleted company No i don't wanna be saved I'm not asking for that I prefer to be brave And fill myself with things That i know will just Fuck with my head With things that i know Will just fuck up my head Well at least i helped one girl Crawl out of strangers beds And you, i doubt you ever bothered To see what's going on in her head Well it's easy to judge And it's easy to say what you said No it's easy, so easy to say Say what you said