[Bibliophile]

Standing on the edge of morning,
scent of sex and New Found Glory
playing as she's pulling back her hair.
She drives away, she's feeling worthless;
used again, but nothing's different.
She'd stay the night but knows he doesn't care.

At home by three;
a deafening quiet.
The porch light's off,
guess they forgot it.
She'd cry herself to sleep
but she don't dare.
And she wants to be a model,
She wants to hear she's beautiful.
She's beautiful.

I want to save you,
I want to save you.
I need you
to save me too.
I want to save you.

Dressed by dawn and out the door,
no lights, she memorized the floors
so she could leave without being detected.
She works till three; it's uniform,
she dreams that he'll come by the store.
She prays for days when boys mean she's protected.

And she wants someone to see her,
She needs to hear she's beautiful.
She's beautiful.

I want to save you
I want to save you.
I need you
to save me too.
I want to save you.

And she won't sleep.
She won't sleep,
and she won't sleep
at all.

I want to save you
I want to save you.
I need you
to save me too.