Pretty picture, your older sister I will hide beneath my bed But your broken mother about to cover You don't show your face around these parts no more. Was it really worth it, to give up laughter in the home And did you cut your ribbon bows for the man, The man that seems to know? You let him use you, You let him cut you down till your soul is darker than the wheel. But I still love you, I still have the picture by my bed And it greets me every morning. Was it really worth it all to give up laughter in the home? And did you cut the ribbon bows for the man, The man that seems to know? And did he promise, did he say You'd be home again someday? Cause while the sun it finally sets, It finds you drowning. You don't say, but those words hurt anyway. To California to get your career well on its way. Your burn out bright love, Do you know it's part to give way Of the start, of the start, That you have sold for fame. End.