She Don't Turn Heads

She don't turn heads when she walks by
She says everyone has their era of beauty
And she's glad her era has died
She grew tired of beautiful things
Everyone needs to feel passion once
The up all night broken bones ardor
But lust dries up and time's still there
She says a body to touch ain't worth as much
As soul you can hold and admire
Now she loves scars and cracks and bad dreams
She's fallen in love with used and broken things
Calloused hands she can read like Braille
That one long conversation that never stops
Waking up just to pick up where you left off
She wants to fill her life with music
Cause she's lived too long in uncomfortable silence
She don't turn heads when she walks by
But behind her plain face she's more beautiful than she's ever been