The Girl Next Door's A Mess

[Verse 1]
She paints her door at midnight
Chipped black on busted wood
Ashtray on the windowsill
Says she’s misunderstood
Boot prints on the hallway wall
Lipstick on my mail
Every week a new last name
Buzzed cheap ginger ale
[Chorus]
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Stumbling in her thrift-store crown
High on all her bad decisions
Dragging halos through this town
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Mascara running like a crime
She’s a curse wrapped up in fishnet
And I watch her all the time (all the time)
[Verse 2]
She laughs too loud at sunrise
In a jacket full of rips
Tells the driver
“keep the meter”
Leaves her number on his wrist
Black nails tap my bedroom wall
Through the paper-thin divide
Every argument and apology
Bleeds into my side
[Chorus]
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Stumbling in her thrift-store crown
High on all her bad decisions
Dragging halos through this town
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Mascara running like a crime
She’s a curse wrapped up in fishnet
And I watch her all the time
[Bridge]
Maybe she’s my mirror
Cracked and leaning in the hall
Maybe I just like to point
So I don’t see my own fault
She’s lighting up another smoke
I’m peeking through the chain
Two ghosts in a crumbling building
Sharing one long shame (hey)
[Chorus]
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Stumbling in her thrift-store crown
High on all her bad decisions
Dragging halos through this town
The girl next door’s a mess
Yeah
Mascara running like a crime
If she’s poison
Pour another
’Cause it tastes a lot like mine

rock, Dirty garage indie rock with grunge grit and goth drama, male vocals. Crunchy, overdriven guitars and a lazy swung backbeat; verses stay half-mumbled and sardonic, choruses explode with shouted gang vocals and fuzz bass. Reverb-drenched lead line in the bridge, tom-heavy drums and a feedback tail to close., grunge, indie rock