Lyrics For All The Final Girls - Parenthetical Girls

For All The Final Girls

Lay your burden length twice
Bind his wrist with zip ties
Tell yourself don’t dwell on what he tells his wife
You’re not the first, though what’s the fuss?
Didn’t our mothers love us enough?
Enough, enough, enough, enough.
Gee, aren’t we the easy mark
Heart left in some car-park
Hind and prone, you had to burn those clothes
Where we once lovely from the front?
Could it be our cousin touched us too much?
Too much, too much, too much, too?
Lost little girls eyes and welts that swell up plate-size
Some men just mount and well, who could help them so…
What awful things his bed springs sum
Hasn’t our promises cost us enough?
Enough, enough, e…