Narcissistic Sister

Circa 2005
Narcissistic Sister
Tortured fashionista, from the deep end of the mirror your wardrobe, it wore you outuntil you were barely thereyour fortunes, hanging from your shoulderswill be hand-me-down’s somedayit’s so important, to rememberwe dress up to drown down the painwe are all so very vain
Narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
why can’t you just be happy with your health without needing to look like something else now to feel well or forget about what others think of your sense of style for long enough just to tell them yourself with a smile
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
what’s with all that high-heeled bang of glitter and blingfabric sewn together so strong by spider-web strings trying on your new favourite designer-name skins andbatting your woolly eyes when told just how to fit in
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chicks live in vogue above the riff-raff
tortured fashionista, from the deep end of the mirror your wardrobe, it wore you outuntil you were barely thereyour fortunes, hanging from your shoulderswill be hand-me-down’s somedayit’s so important, to rememberwe dress up to drown down the painwe dress up to drown down the pain
narcissistic sister, strung out by her loose threadsliving on that catwalk’s causing her to lose friendssleepless nights spent spellbound by her reflectionshe’s so obsessed with her cosmopolitan acceptance we’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chics live in vogue above the riff-raffwe’ll never meet the real her againstitch zombie chics live in vogue above the riff-raff.

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