Worse Mistakes

She cracks a pack of cigarettes
and lets the cellophane fall away
Oh she knows she'll quit eventually
maybe someday soon but not today
Cause like the smoke she blows out into space
she's drifting in the wake
of worse mistakes
She's held together loosely
like a junkyard car rusty and decayed
Oh she knows she'll quit eventually,
someday soon she knows she's gonna breakdown
But she can't think about tomorrow 
while she's keeping up the pace
of worse mistakes.
She's living like an avalanche
collecting harder questions on the way down.
Like how long can she keep it up
and how much can she take before pays
in the backseat of a strangers car
pinned under the weight
of worse mistakes.
Last night she stalled in mid-mistake
sprawled out like a broken flower vase.
With no one there to lift her up
no one there to claim her broken face.
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
of worse mistakes. 
Tucked away in Sunday's paper like a bottle in a tide
of worse mistakes.