Threw my bike off the road
And lie in the grass
The hot winds blow
Promises I'll never know
Dumb at twelve
With a delinquent mind
The sky turned yellow-blue
Like a week-old bruise
These days things loom above me
My head is empty
My tongue and lips
Are swollen
And lie in the grass
The hot winds blow
Promises I'll never know
Dumb at twelve
With a delinquent mind
The sky turned yellow-blue
Like a week-old bruise
These days things loom above me
My head is empty
My tongue and lips
Are swollen