Oh she's talking to her demon The one that got her imagining things They might have some kind of agreement To trade reality with fairy tales She fancies salted wound She likes the sound of screaming too There's nothing I can do To help her through the night Oh she's talking to her parents The ones that never listened to her wish She might just try to buy a parrot To be a witness of her blooded wrist She can't see afternoon She don't know where she belongs to There's nothing I can do To help her through the night The meaning of her life Enough to make them laugh The bruises on her jaw, the broken heart she suffers in a way That you will never know Oh oh Oh she's talking to the Kevin The guy she met at the convenient store The planned to elope in the summer But Kevin left her for another girl She's Nancy Spungen's youth She hides her feelings in her shoes There's nothing I can do To help her through the night Oh she must be devastated To think about her failed relationship Wondering why they never lasted Or she remembers what her father did She's sick of what they do She hates the silent treatment too There's nothing I can do To help her through the night The meaning of her life Enough to make them laugh The bruises on her jaw, the broken heart she suffers in a way That you will never know Oh oh