MESSY HAIR, WHITE EYESBOARDED CELL, SIMPLE LIFEYEAH, SHE'S THE COCKTAIL WAITRESSTO WORK THEN HOME, THAT'S ALL SHE KNOWSSHE LIVES ALONETURNS OFF HER PHONESHE LOCKS THE DOORDRAWS THE CURTAINS, LEAVES IT ALL BEHINDA RIDDLE, YOU CAN READ ITSHE KEEPS IT CLOSED, KEEPS IT LOCKED, LOCKED UPSHE'S LIVING THROUGH A SECRETTHE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HER FEELALIVEBACK TO WORK NEXT DAYBRINGS THE CHECK, GETTING PAIDWELL, SHE'S THE COCKTAIL WAITRESSSHE GRABS HER COAT, SHUTTING DOORSSHE'S SETTING UPTURNS OFF HER PHONEGETTING OFFTHE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HER FEELALIVESHE'S WALKING OVER CREAKY FLOORSSHE HEARS THE CITY POUNDING AT THE DOORSHE'S NEVER GONNA LET THEM KNOWBUT THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES HER FEELALIVEALIVE