I will lose you if I can't be alone I'm in love with your eyes when you get me stoned Drive me home and I'll sleepwalk back to you I am the girl that I thought I outgrew
Twenty-two years old in my parents' home Still speaking in whispers on the phone Grandma lit up, cursing in the guest room All pissed-off over the font on the family tomb When I leave, I'll leave in a quiet way But I'm too quiet to do anything but stay I keep trying to outline a better life But the pen's run dry, yeah, the pen's run dry And the lines never come out right anyway
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh
There are monsters everywhere I turn In disguises my young self couldn't discern See them now in my brother's passing I see them now in my father's absence One is curled in a bedside wineglass In the master bedroom, on Mother's half I can hear the floorboards on which they creep I can feel their fingers while I sleep In a dream, I am fourteen all again Watching my big brother talk to them Saying, "She ain't half your height Pick on someone else tonight"
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