White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste
Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men
And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries
And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand