"Spill" lyrics

Platinum blonde, good with a beer
But her shelf life's short, a couple of years
She won't last, she'll burn fast in yellow fire
She's so nice, word on the streets
But the street's got eyes, and the eyes can see
She was made only to be desired

Nothing really gets better with time
We just say it will
We're so busy with blood and red wine
Both are bound to spill

She pours herself a shot
She doesn't lose a drop
So uptight, heavy the head that keeps that lie
Funny, isn't it
How things always seem to go like that?
Who is she, not in the room?
There's a guy she loved and the devil she knew
It's fine, somebody has her back

Nothing really gets better with time
We just say it will
We're so busy with blood and red wine
Both are bound to spill

She went walking down the driveway
Saw her future in a silver Jeep
Now she wonders
Now she wonders

You can look at love
You can frame it in gold
But it's not the same to feel
And it's not the same to hold
Some day you'll grow up
And you'll be what you know
But if all she knows is this
Peering out from the passenger window

She went walking down the driveway
Saw her future, saw her future
She went walking down the driveway
Saw her future, saw her future
Saw her future, saw her future