Rooms littered with match sticks
Candles burnt down to ashes
The empty bottles are stacking
The man across the hall is packing
The rooms walls are looking thin
There’s the screaming down the hall again
A grim reaper sitting there tethered
To the young girl high as a feather
The man gave her so many promises
A true father figure the problem is
When someone broken is presented With few choices
Take the pain away don’t worry bout the consequences
Or rather stay locked up and alone
Then the little baggy starts to feels like home
She didn’t have a choice.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
The space junk.
The sincerity of man only lies with his cock
And then when that’s out she gotta chalk
It up to another tragic mistake
Leading her down to his place
But then again when the highs come down
And she doesn’t have any cash to be found
She comes crawling back to the man
Falling into the palm of his hand
He makes her change her hair her face her name
Suddenly her friends say she isn’t the same
With screws in her cheeks she forces a smile
Plays with the man in his room for a while
And suddenly it isn’t enough
“I’m sorry baby this months rent is tough”
But it’s no worries he knows a guy
He’ll give her enough money and stuff to get her high.
It’s only just this time.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
The space junk.
The month is up yet it’s far from over
She’s taking on one two three more lovers
Her man is up sitting in his room
Texting her that it’s just what they gotta do
But as she’s limping home stocking wet
She feels a little something called regret
But now she’s too far entangled
The last guy knew her friends her fam and strangled
The last little hope of ever escaping
He pumped her full of drugs left her screaming
Inside her head saying it’s just a little more
Bent over backwards staring at the door
What would come if she just walked away?
Isn’t there places for girls like her anyways?
She opens the door to the place with her man
Decides she’ll get clean as soon as she can
But then she sees him sitting in bed again
Loading up with the closest thing to heaven
That she’ll ever see and that she’ll ever really know
So that’s why she decides she’ll start tomorrow.
But that’ll never come.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
The space junk.
Staring at the ceiling why isn’t she on her side
Letting the drops of heaven warm up her insides
Releasing all her dreams for a single wish
She doesn’t really mind that it’s like this
Is a few minutes of her time really that valuable?
The desperation in her eyes getting palpable
One more time for old times sake
Meanwhile she starts to slip away
She starts coughing up the heaven that has been
Can’t turn to her side but she’s choking
Drowning and on her back, how fitting
She never got the life worth living.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
Space junk orbiting.
