Outside in the sun, oh I must
Avoid coming undone, in my book
Everyone is number one
Except you, you're number two
You convinced me that everyone I knew
Was out to screw me, I call it white trash voodoo
Look out at the beautiful setting sun
It's like a picture book, the picture on page one
Orange fades to green
Fades to blue fades to black
Fades to you, comin' back to me
The letter postmarked to the trash
A precursor to the crash
That pushed her into that catastrophe
She just wasn't made for me
Takin' from me again, she throws that
Pretend javelin that hits and breaks and bends my skin
Take it back down, outside of town
You start to break down again
And I don't care cos it's about sundown
