Miss Monroe

My best friend is a looker
Yeah, she doesn't look half bad
But she's a restless soul
With tar-filled lungs
And her big brown eyes are sad
Will she ever learn
That sitting down and shutting up
Is not that bad?
Will she ever learn
That hurt is hurt
It's human
Before she goes mad?

Oh, I don't wanna know
Miss Monroe
You never show
These people come
And these people go
But they won't all love you
Miss Monroe

I said no to all your alcohol
Your starry skies and waterfalls
Of punk and drugs and rock 'n roll
Is it worth it, do you feel
Like you've upped and run and hit a wall?
Your life is constantly on call
The devil's tied you down
You've got your prayers and that is all
So you melt your brain and fry your head
You must be in control of death
Put your faith in cigarettes
Then jump and take the fall
Man, your life is just a sorry mess
Of shattered dreams and losing bets
I wish you lived with no regrets
But you would not admit
That you cry when you're all by yourself
You're living in a private hell
And every time I've offered help
You've pushed my hand away

So here's to you
Miss Monroe
Misses all talk and no show
Here's to all the things you tell me
But you think that I don't know
Miss Monroe
I don't wanna know
Miss Monroe
You never show
These people come
And they f*****g go
But they won't all love you
No, they won't
They won't all love your open mouth
They won't all love you when you're down
They won't all love you when you sing
They won't all love each little thing
You know
You know they won't
Miss Monroe