Vanity she was born on the twelfth
The winter winds slowly decay the holidays and wealth
She told me once she never wanted to be a woman but
She loved herself like she loved her reigns over the world
Baby, it's hard to stop loving you
I bleed for you and this Vanity she never gave me herself
Banking on the stealth I've created in my short-sighted mind I'll
Learn it all some night
Sweeping up the dust in this idle space
Where children live and God only knows I've gone slow
Sweeping up the particle of a broken vase
That the children broke, and I only know I've lost home
Vanity she was born on the twelfth
Repetitious grades are like a stage I've failed to build
She told me often that she was a loner, like
I didn't already know, that was her way to stay alone