|
On the porch, she will sit, |
|
Light another cigarette, |
|
And take a sip of anything that makes it right. |
|
She's outside, trying to hide from the fight just inside, |
|
Where her mom and her dad destroy each other |
|
And on the phone she will call |
|
Every boy, yeah, one and all. |
|
They will touch her in all the right places. |
|
And in her room, she will slide |
|
Down the bed and try to fly, |
|
And she will fall once again for the feeling |
|
And as he grabs her brown hair, |
|
She is faking |
|
That the feeling he gives her is real |
|
As the floor underneath the bed is |
|
Breaking |
|
She will finish what she starts with \"I love you.\" |
|
So from her head to her toes, |
|
Nervous hands and runny nose, |
|
All of this just for one night of feeling |
|
And in her ears she will hear |
|
All the things that hide her fears |
|
Of dying young and making plans for the future. |
|
And all the marks on her arms |
|
Symbolize a fractured heart |
|
And all the boys that were smart |
|
Left her alone |
|
So from the roof, she will fly |
|
15 feet down the side |
|
Of the house where she once was happy |
|
Yes it's true, she's aware |
|
That she is breaking |
|
And it's true, she can't do anything |
|
Well in her blue underwear |
|
She is thinking how |
|
In Jesus' precious name |
|
She got here |
|
Well it's sad but it's true |
|
She is ending |
|
But for now, she will pray for some wings |
|
On a black Cadillac she is landing hard |
|
Yet her parents' biggest worry is the car |
