Need a hole to call my home, neighbors said "I swear I heard her scream" so,
They searched the river banks, but they found her in the lake.
Now I can remember the exact second it broke...
Maybe it was a whisper between spires of cigarette smoke. He called me whore,
But no, no I can't remember the exact words that he spoke.
We were better baby when we lived on the road...
We were better baby when we lied on the floor.
Think I've lived this before. Maybe I was younger,
But the same ravaging world I'll never know.
Like encountering an old enemy, like the bruise that is worn underneath,
Like the bullet that feeds on the innocent meet. How do you fail in letting show?
Now that I need you even more, now you reclaim me for your own.
Need a hole to call my home. Need a hole to call my own.