When the sun's coming down,
we're better as strangers in the darkness of this shallow little town
no we are too cool for real love, rather so hollow and full of pride
than tears and open heart
no you are too smart
for this kind of art
we were made to be the perfect strangers

say you're open minded but can't see further than your own needs
I was just a doll you could throw around, pull my hair to express your anger, guilt and regret, always blaming me for the wrongs you've done
I know you see me as a joke I'm not blind anymore to see the truth
you made your puppet pulling my strings to see if I'll free my rage on this page
Glad you did, turns out I'm strong enough to be elected, thought I'd be crawling back to you, sorry darling but I'm not under your spell anymore