Million dollar baby girl in the lower middle class/ With a maglight right beneath her pillow/ And though shes never been a boxer by choice/ Shes known to act oak you never catch her a willow/ Shes the calm type/ you see the small scars/ Creepin down her arms/ peeking from them long sleeves/ Right/ she keeps em weak in the knees/ but she stay out of sight/ And when the school bell rings/ its goodnight/ Or might as well be/ he never sees her around/ But he looks/ for weeks now hes been maybe tomorrow/ But hes shook/ he sees those bruises and he needs to please her/ Plus he dont wanna go home either/ Gives her a look they pass/ copies down a poem from a schoolbook/ Gives it to her after hesitation/ whoops his ass/ she took it fast/ Lost like all sensation in her hands/ and braced herself gracefully/ Sturdy where she stands/ humble mumbling/ passing the words fumbling/ Nothing discouraging/ just nerves (just)/ drumming up the courage/ Something bout skylines or bike rides or riverbeds/ Somethin or/ something that he read/ Caught her right beneath the armor/ Cauterized thought of any/ blunt force trauma/ Aint no way he could harm her/
Chorus x2 When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales / Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/
Shes in the weather the whole storm/ Huggin on her prince his hands to skin warm/ Quick out the door no note no forlorn/ Cause all they heard was Papa dont hit me no more/ But they couldnt seem to keep the swelling down/ How they regretting ever letting out this 3rd child born/ But things are getting better now/ cozy sweater now/ With her thumbs through the holes in her sleeves worn down/ And boy similar/ noise minimal/ Toy criminal joys simple when someones found it in you/ Somehow it boosts the individual/ that bluish hue is mutual they/ Make love gently/ so aware of each others bruises/ And sorta scared they could lose this/ Trust bury the blues/ somewhere it wont bear roots/ But is this boy where the truth is/ shes spooked see/ Fruit never seems to fall far from the useless/ branch that its attached to/ And quacks say if hes beat up hes bound to smack you/ Shes down to step back now/ he ever get loud/ She couldnt be proud of whatever she might do/ This is the first time she ever felt touched/ That didnt bring her to hush like something was being done to her/ That unscrews her/ she loosens with the booze/ Her hinge can stay bent/ addressing her dudes wounds/ Regressing to bedrooms/ where fools ignored dont/ Hes not one of them tools that/ screws nuts and bolts/ And she know that/ and she know that/ And she know that/ but she holds back/ and she hope that/ He see the way she flinch/ cuz its kneejerk/ to brace for attack/ Even if hes only rubbing her back/ I mean/ And even if its like the deck has been stacked/ Its not an act hes really loving her back/ Hold your heart up/ never raise your hand/ She says that with her grown up voice/ Im yours now/ just like a child/ Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ I love you/ they say that with they lips/ never raise your hand/ He says that with her grown up voice/ Im yours now/ just like a child/ Dont be scared now/ the words click/ a piece finally fits/ I love you/ they say that with they lips/
When the curse/ leave a shell like a snake with fresh scales / Some people seem to call that home/ but some souls roam/ Keep riding til the cycle is broke/ we dont need to go through nothing alone/Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
