Fever Dream Girl - Kyle Craft

Was the the train wreck?

Was she your last drag?

Was she the little piece of mind you thought you once had?

Was she the cure-all, or just the disease?

Was she the ransack, or the good denim jeans?

Maybe the money spent

Maybe the bad nights

Maybe the deep wound left behind a spider bite

Maybe the head hung inside a toilet seat

Maybe the vampire searching for someone to bleed

Hey, it’s whatever she wants to be

Hey, that’s whatever she’s gonna be

Out there roaming the night

Guess I’m the only boy she won’t bite

Was she the wedding dress drenched all in gasoline?

Was she the new-age Jezebel dog treat?

Was she the warhead, or the firecracker?

Was she death itself, or whatever comes after?

Maybe a suckerpunch

Maybe the common thread

Maybe the gray teeth pulling on a cigarette

Maybe the absolute

Maybe the in-between

Maybe a fortune teller with no-one there to read

And she waits, and she knows herself too well

She stares at her hands, but still can’t tell

When good luck comes around

She packs up all her cards and jumps town

Was she the trophy wife?

Was she the wanderer?

Was she the only spell in life that you’ve been under?

Was she the broken string, or the whole symphony?

Maybe the upright, perfectly out-of-key

Maybe a tar pick filled up with ancient bone

Maybe the footsteps you hear when you’re home alone

Maybe the prize bird losing its feathers

Maybe the glue that just won’t hold your shit together

Was she the blood moon that means disaster?

Maybe she’s nothing close to what you think you’re after

When all at once, man, you wake and come to

You know exactly what it is that she was to you