Every day, the bus comes, and I start to lose it All the other kids stop making out when I sit down Staring at the TV in his socks, she leans in Tying up her bathrobe in the dark of the early morning
Blow my breath out on the window Use a finger to fill in The frame with shapes I know The road is slick with snow And the grocery store is closed
Yuppies in the prefabs holding hands at midnight Fuckers in their fast cars trading head by moonlight Finger in the buck, knife in my bag from granddad Jacking up the rent all down my block, so I don't feel that bad
Blow my breath out on the window In the cruiser with the lights off The station looks the same The night clerk calls my name And the phone accepts my change
Emily decides she's staying home this evening Mama doesn't like that kind of lip, she's steaming Caught cutting up the dress Aunt Julie bought from Boscov's Back of Daddy's hand on Christmas Eve in the moonlit garage
Blows her breath out on the window Use her finger to fill in The frame with shapes she knows The road is slick with snow And the grocery store is closedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
