Seneca - How to Crack a Safe lyrics

I am writing this for you, so don't say I never cared, or never showed heart. Here it is. Busy catching bricks with my teeth. Distorted newspapers talk and tell of our d**h. White piano keys trudge on. You'll open up for anyone. I am nothing more than a number to be replaced. There is no mourning period, there is just make up and glitter, and higher heels.