Rotten Sweet

Plastic toy ponies smell like after it rains
When the pavement is breathing, still wet on a summer day
Old Spice in the locker room, boys all smell the same
What she wears is rotten sweet, it leaves a candy stain

And you cut her up into little stars
Said it's over now, it's over now
But she won't perform, the sky is dark, it's not over
She says it's over (she says)

Grocery store roses, it's a kind of deceit
To be candy coated, to linger when you'd rather leave
Dusty fields and bloody knees, boys all fight the same
She fades in a suburban room
And watches the fires burn, untouched by the flames

And you cut her up into little stars
Said it's over now, it's over now
But she won't perform, the sky is dark, it's not over
She says it's over (she says)