She has a tattoo that reminds her She is lucky to be breathing. She has a tattoo that reminds her of the things She tells herself she loves. I don't believe she feels lucky I don't believe she loves anything She doesn't love anything. She doesn't leave the confines of her bedroom Still she doesn't sleep like she used to. She has these dreams she cannot explain And for the nights she is too far gone to remember her own name. She has these tattoos She has these tattoos I can fucking smell you From the across the room. Your stupid perfume Made me wanna puke And I took refuge in the bathroom I look in the mirror. Does my hair look okay? Can I keep a straight face? I cannot keep a straight face