A pillow lays on cold cement, a blanket by a broken vent
She's there a while, and then she's gone
I'm away for weeks, arrive at night
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
No mind at all, more s***e than I need
It's just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
We've never met but she's a girl
Romance paper books
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
On afternoons I walk the graves
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
Under moons I pass the tombs
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn't want
How do I tell her I don't care, if she sleeps downstairs?
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I see her on my errand runs
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Walking 'long the gas stops
Window browsing p*** shops, guns, bows and arrows
Up on past the Halfway house
Past the signs Eighty South, b***ercup and Carrows
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
When evening comes I play guitar
For the planets and the stars
I leave the porch light on like I do when I'm gone
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Basement's yours, have a ball
There's always room for you there... really baby I don't care
She's there a while, and then she's gone
I'm away for weeks, arrive at night
She hears my steps, turns off the light and runs
No mind at all, more s***e than I need
It's just me among the weeds, among the ghosts, among the leaves
We've never met but she's a girl
Romance paper books
The floor is covered in long blonde curls
On afternoons I walk the graves
The rusted cars, the mine shaft caves
See a girl sadly unkempt, a child of neglect
Under moons I pass the tombs
Cross the highways, smell the fumes
See a girl frighteningly gaunt, somebody didn't want
How do I tell her I don't care, if she sleeps downstairs?
-
I see her on my errand runs
Looking nervous like a young Mia Farrow
Walking 'long the gas stops
Window browsing p*** shops, guns, bows and arrows
Up on past the Halfway house
Past the signs Eighty South, b***ercup and Carrows
Drinking Wild Irish Rose
At the dead end down the road, sleeping with the sparrows
When evening comes I play guitar
For the planets and the stars
I leave the porch light on like I do when I'm gone
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Basement's yours, have a ball
There's always room for you there... really baby I don't care