Parenthetical Girls - For All the Final Girls lyrics

Lay your burden length-wise
Bind his wrists with zip ties
Tell yourself "Don't dwell on what
He tells his wife"
You're not the first, so what's the fuss?
Didn't our mother love us enough?
(Enough, enough, enough, e)

Gee, aren't we the easy mark?
Heart left in some car park
Pinned and prone
You had to burn those clothes
Were we once lovely from the front?
Could be a cousin touched us too much
(Too much, too much, too much, too)
Lost-little-girls eyes
Welts that swell up plate-size
Some men just melt
And well, who could help themselves?
What awful things his bed springs sung
Hasn't our promise cost us enough?
(Enough, enough, enough, e)