the highway is a sorry scene. i'm freezing in the
passenger seat. i didn't want to leave so i just kept on
drinking. at first we were nervous, but you say all the
words that change the way my world turns, then it's bye
bye, baby, bye bye bye. parked now in a motel lot, i'm
staring through the window fog at some new day that i
don't want when i could be waking to your dawn. but i'll
go back to Boston, a silent apartment, but for sirens,
alarms, and little sad songs. your fucked up family
history makes me wish i was a transparency, i'd move
about your life unseen and make sure you were treated
right. cause your eyes flash with kerosene, and your lips
are horses running. oh let me be the ground beneath, when
we kiss you can run away on me. cause my heart's been
humming, and reaching for something to keep it running
when the drives are so long. and you brought boxes, you
brought crates of feelings i'll have to orchestrate, but
i'll make room and find a pace, even if you never meant
to stay. cause there's space here where i sing, out in
the junkyard of emotion, where i pour myself over
everything, i'll pour myself over your bare skin like
boiling water, this orphan-eyed daughter, this cannon-
fodder, come on.
