Pollyanna - Particular People lyrics

From the Album: Didn't Feel A Thing I come with a warning What you get is what you see At four in the morning the man that you love will fess up and leave The noise of the car will sound so familiar Particular people had their say They're serving you up on silver trays Covered in pillows They smother the noise of pistol mouths A corporate widow You wait for the day your inmate's out The calls and the cards will blur in an instant Couldn't believe that you'd end up this way Befriending a needle to ease the pain Particular people let you go Covered in bruises from head to toe I'm done with my warnings Cover me up just let me die