The Rager - Kyle Craft

She walked in

Her hands in fur coat pockets

She brought her best bad habit

She’s looking for to kill

If not herself, then

Maybe tonight’s boyfriend

Maybe some sad random

Looking for his fill

And though I know I’m just some perk

She lets me hang around and watch her work

'Cause she knows what I like to do

And she knows what I like to see

And she knows how to bring about

A shattered heart that don’t belong to me

This one’s a rager

And all the cute girls hate her

And all the boys run terrified

From her powder-white toes

«Who's she?»

they ask me

As she stumbles past me

It’s one of twenty different names

Depending where she goes

But I still don’t know which one’s real

She lets me hang around and watch her deal

'Cause she knows where a man gets weak

She leans in with a low-cut dress

She knows what I like to see

Her victims walking out the bar a mess

Now it’s search and destroy

For the player of the playboy

For the walking apocalypse

And the heels she staggers on

She courts the shadows

She swings about the gallows

Rope to rope, she gets her thrill

And lays awake at dawn

But who could live that way this long?

I’ve seen plenty good girls go wrong

But I never seen someone like you

Burning holes in a four-post bed

Passed out with your knees all bruised

Your sleeping hand holding a cigarette

And your head never hurt so bad

Thinking 'bout the fun you had

What on earth did we do last night?

Why’s there blood on the shower wall?

Who’s that sleeping on the hardwood floor

And what’s the number written on my palm?

Yeah, my keys are somewhere in my pants

But I ain’t trying to get back home

Then she wakes up, and she quietly laughs

«There's a party tonight if you wanna go»

«There's a party tonight if you wanna go»