Wallflower

Pink nails and baggy jeans, a Polaroid in a silly dream
Will she make it
Black flies around her hair, turns around and nothing's there
Will there ever be
Take another one for the road, times not much not far to go
Yet she's so far away from home

She only knows how to dance
In darkened clubs with weary men

Halfway across the apple bee, she aspires the movie scene
Maybe she should slow it down
Running down the foreign tail, showing signs of her heart fail
Maybe she should work it out

Stick a needle in your arm
And be determined to make it far

Cause this stuff just happens all the time
Say what you want she only knows what's on her mind
This stuff just happens all the time
She's just the wallflower of her very mind



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Konkle
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