Some beautiful girls I don't need to know
With nail-polished hearts that'll shine and never grow
Inside a pile of skinny bones
Oh they're trying, oh they're trying
Now she's trying and it shows.
In flipping the coin now we've landed on truth
We believe in nothing except the things that we can't do
And now I do not move; I am being moved
Through this crowd of distraction I won't amble my way through.