The smile on your face tells me,
you’ve been here before.
I’m as cold as a heartless man in a windowless room,
And women your age are never this good to me.
So why do I
still find
it so hard to breathe.

 She stayed at the Rose Hotel, 
said she needed somewhere cheap.
Her hands were cold like iron bells,
and her eyes like a thief.

She shared a smoke with the devil,
and he taught her how to die.
He said nothing will ever be free you see,
the birds are even chained to the sky.