Testo The rager Kyle Craft

The rager

She walked in
Her hands in fur coat pockets
She brought her best bad habit
She's looking for to kill

If not herself, then
Maybe tonight's boyfriend
Maybe some sad random
Looking for his fill

And though I know I'm just some perk
She lets me hang around and watch her work
'Cause she knows what I like to do
And she knows what I like to see
And she knows how to bring about
A shattered heart that don't belong to me

This one's a rager
And all the cute girls hate her
And all the boys run terrified
From her powder-white toes

"Who's she?" they ask me
As she stumbles past me
It's one of twenty different names
Depending where she goes

But I still don't know which one's real
She lets me hang around and watch her deal
'Cause she knows where a man gets weak
She leans in with a low-cut dress
She knows what I like to see
Her victims walking out the bar a mess

Now it's search and destroy
For the player of the playboy
For the walking apocalypse
And the heels she staggers on

She courts the shadows
She swings about the gallows
Rope to rope, she gets her thrill
And lays awake at dawn

But who could live that way this long?
I've seen plenty good girls go wrong
But I never seen someone like you
Burning holes in a four-post bed
Passed out with your knees all bruised
Your sleeping hand holding a cigarette

And your head never hurt so bad
Thinking 'bout the fun you had
What on earth did we do last night?
Why's there blood on the shower wall?
Who's that sleeping on the hardwood floor
And what's the number written on my palm?

Yeah, my keys are somewhere in my pants
But I ain't trying to get back home
Then she wakes up, and she quietly laughs
"There's a party tonight if you wanna go"
"There's a party tonight if you wanna go"