How often do you think about the houses you ate
When you were very young?
How often do you break your collarbone?
And how often do you think about us?
How often do you wait for the bus alone?
And how often do you address with a bitter tone?
Time flies fast, you should know this, friend,
And dirty sticks to you until the bitter end
And how often do you light your hair up to be found wanted?
I have a head full of trouble for you, that's given
And you pluck all your fruit only when you're hidden
You stick your head through the floorboards and wait
They kick in
Your teeth and stand bloody with love on their face
Forgiven
I'll wait
I'll pour cement into my stomach and jump into the nearest lake
Then i'll sink to the bottom, grab hold of my lover's face
Drown my systems in red, blame the feds, walk it out on a tight rope
Turn it into an overpass ledge and hope
Feel my kidneys collapse at the thought, into little black stones
All my instincts will tell me to give it up, nobody's home
How? How?
How often do you change your story?
How late did you get home last night?
Tell me where, when and why