She'd rather repair her face   With the lights turned off   The door wide open in an empty house   The frozen minutes are melting slow   As she watches from the window      The street light's flickering   Like a tongue that can't stop licking   Like the cat that got the cream   She's never gonna be   She's never gonna be quite satisfied      Just like a hundred dollar bill   Folded up and tearing at the crease   There's not much left inside your chest   But it's worth much more than what you see   Every burden has a version in somebody else      She smokes her smokes outside to avoid the fight   She'd rather be enjoying the silent stillness   Of the suburbs after midnight   What's the point?   Don't try to hide   Don't justify a thing      She's so naive to think she'd be capable   Like the cat that got the cream   She's never gonna be   She's never gonna be quite satisfied      Just like a hundred dollar bill   Folded up and tearing at the crease   There's not much left inside your chest   But it's worth much more than what you see (x2)      This will be the last time   (This will be)   She hides her eyes behind her hair   This will be the last time   (This will be)   This will be the last time      Just like a hundred dollar bill   Folded up and tearing at the crease   There's not much left inside your chest   But it's worth much more than what you see (x2)      This will be the last time   (This will be)   She hides her eyes behind her hair   This will be the last time   (This will be)   This will be the last time   This will be the last time   (This will be)   She hides her eyes behind her hair   This will be the last time   (This will be)   There's one last chance to say goodbye