Polished trophy, pretty whore
Leave the house to feel adored
Evil eaves, so soft and sweet
So why'd you let them pass you round 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'd 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 (Me at ease)

Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love
None of these things seem 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
I fill myself up with things 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-ay-ay-ay
Eh eh eh, say what you said