She was best dressed in layers
She was trippin for days
She showed up on bus
But she left in a haze
He was so very soft spoken
You rarely could make out his words
but Mary made his jaw drop when he saw her
He screamed I need you so bad it hurts
I need a place for my anger
You need a place for your rage
I act like I don’t need a saviour
Then I’m sad when I never get saved
She was best dressed in layers
She had seen better days
She was best dressed in layers
She always leads me astray
iGor Thunderstorm 