Damsel In Distress - Neck Deep

We’ll stay up late

I’ll end up sleeping on the floor

The people here are nothing new

I’ll see how I’m feeling…

Nah, fuck this I’m leaving

Conversation is wearing thin

I don’t even know whose house this is

I kinda wish I just stayed home

But Friday night is boring on my own

And then she makes her entrance

Stumbles defenseless through the door

Her dirty tricks hid up her sleeve

She’s done this a thousand times before

You can brag, you can gloat

Eat your words, hope you choke

But the grass on your side doesn’t seem so green

All the shit that you spoke

Will you sink?

Will you float?

Will you hang by a rope from the old oak tree?

She’s a witch

She’s a mess

She’s a waste of time

Damsel in distress on a steep decline

When all she wants is someone to keep her warm

Maybe I’ll walk home on my own to sleep it off

And think about some things as I stumble through the dark

But the only glimpse of me in her I could see

Was in her left wing mirror staring back at me

Now you’re at home I guess you’re alone again

It’s 5am as she stumbles to bed

Plays out thoughts in her head

Falls asleep then wakes up wishing she was

Dead and disgusted with those who she’s trusted

To just be fucked over and left in the dust

So she’ll cling to her bottle

And hope that tomorrow she won’t sit and wallow again

She’s a witch

She’s a mess

She’s a waste of time

Damsel in distress on a steep decline

When all she wants is someone to keep her warm

She’s 21 next year but she’s lost her mind

She fucks it up almost every time she tries

She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door

She’s a witch

She’s a mess

She’s a waste of time

Damsel in distress on a steep decline

When all she wants is someone to keep her warm

She’s 21 next year but she’s lost her mind

She fucks it up almost every time she tries

She grabbed my hand as I walked her to her door