Miss Madeline (3 ways to love her)

Madeline’s naked, alone on her bed
She’s rotting herself to the core
Nobody knows what goes on in her head
Nobody cares anymore
She used to be young; a child of the sun,
Now she’s searching the floor…
And there’s one, two, three ways to love her
But one way to get through her door
Madeline’s lonely, she’s dying of thirst
She’s trying her best to be free
She says that she’s sure that her soul has been cursed
Maybe just a little like me
She listens to voices; making her choices
Living a life she believes…
And there’s one, two, three ways to love her
But one way is all that I see
Madeline’s makeup is smeared on her face
She looks like she’s been burned in a fire
With her switchblade eyes and gun-metal grace,
She walks with her toes to the wire
Well the world keeps turning, her candles keep burning
Their flickering flame of desire…
And there’s one, two, three ways to love her
But one way to make you a liar
Madeline’s breathing her breath in the air
She circles the block once or twice
The cold winter wind has frozen her hair
But she won’t take no advice
And she don’t mind the pain, she calls it by name
Let go your virtue, your vice…
And there’s one, two, three ways to love her
But one way to tumble the dice
Madeline’s desperate, she’s lost in the crowd
She ’s somebody nobody would know
She walks with a purpose, so tall and so proud
But I know she’s got no place to go
She tried like a train, to get out of the rain
But froze in the iceand the snow…
And there’s one, two, three ways to love her
But one way is all that I know