( She's a special girl you know, the
kind I like to see hanging on the wall,
watching me cross the street. I wonder how long it will
until I'm sick of her, and I no longer care where she
goes or has been, because she's the new thing. She is the new thing, another new thing. Feel my stomach sink. I cast myself in. She is the new thing, always a new thing. Staring at her, alterior girl. )( My head in the speakers is drowning out volumes )