From A Highway
The highway is a sorry scene. i'm freezing in the passenger seat. i didn't want to leave so i just kept on drinking. at first, we were nervous but you'd say all the words that'll change the way my world turns and then it's bye bye baby, bye bye bye. __ i'm staring through the window fog at some new day that i don't want, when i could be waking to your dawn. but i'll go back to boston, a silent apartment with the sirens, alarms, and little sad songs. your fucked-up family history makes me wish i was a transparency that moved about your life, unseen, and made sure you were treated right. 'cause your eyes flash with kerosene and your lips are horses _. oh, let me be the ground beneath. when we kiss, you can run away. i'll _. my heart's been humming and reaching for something to keep it lonely when the drives are so long. and you brought boxes, you brought crates, oh, feelings all have to orchestrate. but i'll make room; i'll find a place even if you never meant to stay. 'cause there's space, here, where i sing and in the junkyard of emotion where i pour myself over everything. i'll pour myself over your bare skin. like pooling water, this orphan eye daughter, this cannon fodder, come on