Jenny wakes up with her face pressed to the mess
Sill wearing make up and her dress
Spread eagled out on the floor
The only comfort that she's got is a kaleidoscope
Of bottles bending lights around
Her hall of vacant thoughts

Jenny gets up to a world in black and white
Declaring this the final time
Repeating never, never again
Such a simple thing it lends itself to sympathy
But this is not a movie screen
This is a project

Jenny fall in love with anyone you see
Joy and despair are a perfect pair
Come on transport me

You have such pretty scars

Jenny hears the constant traffic on the road
Feels like her head'll soon explode
Just got to get out of here
To somewhere to ponder her desire to survive
And wonder what keeps her alive
When all around is crumbling

Jenny thinks if she relents
For just a fraction of a second
The reaction will affect everything
And so she searches for the singular distraction
That will conquer and will capture
Any fleeting honesty

Jenny fall in love with anyone you see
Joy and despair are a perfect pair
Come on transport me

You have such pretty scars

Jenny talks and all the people sit and listen
And they tell her that and this
And they all know what's best for her
She replies this is my project my horizon
And I'll chase it til I die
Because I don't know anything else

You have such pretty scars