Fuzzy Pink Hand-Cuffs - Dillinger Four

She’s got a little book, she thinks it tells the truth

Easy answers so simple she can’t refuse

It’s disingenuous, just like the smile on her face

Somewhere here there’s a mind that has been misplaced

Taking the easy way always gets you through the day

He’s got a bank account, he’s got a house in the hills

He burns the midnight oil, he can’t get off the pills

He’d give it all away to get a little more

He’s a bright exterior, an empty core

Doubt if he’ll ever see they’re burning him in effigy

Losing yourself on the path that you’ve taken

You are nothing if not vacant

Build yourself up just to end up more hollow

Fall to your knees for the faults that you follow

She’s got a catalog, it’s full of hopes and dreams

It makes her hate herself, it’s what she wants to be

She spends more every day, she wants the fairy tale

And every time she tries, and every time she fails

She wallows in her shame, no one but herself to blame

Losing yourself on the path that you’ve taken

You are nothing if not vacant

Build yourself up just to end up more hollow

Fall to your knees for the faults that you follow