You can just tell
That she isn't going to last

Past the next heartbreak
Past the next breath take

You can see from the smoke
Rising from her lit cigarette

Of whom she used to be
Of whom she wants to be

you can tell from her broken
laughter and her empty eyes

That you have lost her
That you have found her

Lying in her bed with the needle
Tracks carved in her arms

Tattooing all her mistakes for all to see
Tattooing her heart right on her sleeve

And you can just tell she isn't going to last
You can just tell.