She came out west to find the sun
She lost her name, but found a new one
Amy goes to school all day
But at night in the neighborhood they call her Amphetamine

She's perfect in that fucked up way
That all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days
She looks like a teenage anthem
She looks like she used to be happy in another life

You look so bored sometimes
With that pale skin and those soft green eyes
She looks like she could have been happy in a better life