Crazy Screwed Up Lady

It’s only 6am

Some girls walking up in hills in San Francisco.

Where’s the mist?

The wind breathes past her

Caught her right above her neck, she had a wish though,

She insists.

That everyone around who

Sees her gentle face will turn into stone,

Never speak

To anyone who prays

To just be broken like a wishbone,

Cause we are weak.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay.

And every step she takes

Her tears make her appear like a pretty mime,

No-one blinks.

That morning glow has

Kissed the streams upon her face and now it’s half 9,

An old man winks.

She sees him sitting there

Upon a wooden chair right in the middle

Of the road.

And this guy looks at her

And turns not into stone but smiles a little,

So she shows.

Him all the bruises

And the scars across her body, they’re on purpose.

She still stands.

Still the old man sits

And checks and prays for her but she ain’t nervous,

Holds her hand.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay you crazy, screwed up lady.

I think you’re going to be

Okay.