[Verse 1]
Margot's tryna kill me through the hotel television
She's gone back to rat trap mission
To suspend my soul in prison
Oh and, Margot's got a body
That could make a boy go missing
Turn any man unchristian
Make a dead man's life worth living
She wants my soul
Then again she probably don't
Losing control
Tell myself what I should already know

[Chorus]
She isn't real
She's a projection of carnal ideals
If I were to meet her
Forget how I feel
Forget her phone number
Forget her high heels

[Verse 2]
Pictures of a girl I knew scrolled through my crack-cocaine phone
I'm addicted to this painful longing lust for lonesome angels
Who's [?] to model swimsuits
And flee to somewhere in the Rockies
Sip attention like hot sake
Brings the bloodhounds to her body
Doesn't she know
Just how evil a man can be
Now I've gotta go
I'm not trying to wait and see
[Chorus]
She isn't real
She's an invention of youth sex appeal
My notion of love's blood and bodily zeal
My conscience is falling asleep at the wheel
And I pray ---
T o some higher sense of myself
To avert my eyes, and I pray
Just about everyone else for my sick state of mind

[Verse 3]
Thirty years I see myself chasing tail in West Nevada
Guns and girls bring me Nirvana
Bought a 45 with my lost dollar
So when Margot come to fuck me South of Vegas
She'll find me dead and brainless
As I was when I dreamed her naked