She’s got a sort of scary way   Of throwin’ things away   But she never saw a day   She couldn’t sell      She’s got a secondary plan   If things don’t go her way   Cuz she can’t see the pictures   Falling into place      I might never live to regret   All the things I’ve done   Cause she’s made up her mind   Of all the things to (??)      Nevermind the scratches on her legs   Ashes on her face   Streaked with tears of shame   Show why she can’t be sane      Now she waits for them to find her here   Adelaide my dear