Fever Dream Girl

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
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 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