You're a classy whore
Stuck on the silver screen, a plastic world
The soundtrack to your life, a tragic score
And all your fake friends leave a lasting hole
A lasting hole
Spent time alone, to practice love
But life gets low, so you call above
You know the porn and the weed's not a classic solve
But you get involved
You ain't in the mood on Sundays and indulge in fun things
Like phone sex to kill time when you're hungry
Maybe one day you'll lose your compass
Wander lost across the runway
A calming lust, to blunt your flaws
Your room's a mess and you can't see far
But all in all
You're a classy whore
A classy whore