I'm getting caught in the corners/of her vermilion borders/she's moving backwards and forwards/and she's ugly when she's insecure/that makes her beautiful/low country days/there's batgirl picking her hands and ready to burst on her face/a rose-colored freeway/there's fat curve, covered in sand and dying of thirst/i'm water to the slaughter/i'm getting caught in the corners/of her vermilion borders/she's moving backwards and forwards/and she's ugly when she's insecure/that makes her beautiful/low country wars/there's a demon she's drinking and thinking of running away,/ i'm listening/again, again, again and she's calling/and the sirens, screaming behind me, are drawing me in/i'm losing, or am i winning/i'm getting caught in the corners/of her vermilion borders/she's moving backwards and forwards/and she's ugly when she's insecure/that makes her beautiful.