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 say all the words that change the way my
world turns, then it's bye bye, baby, bye bye bye.  parked now in
a motel lot, 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, but for sirens, alarms,
and little sad songs.  your fucked up family history makes me
wish i was a transparency, i'd move about your life unseen and
make sure you were treated right.  cause your eyes flash with
kerosene, and your lips are horses running.  oh let me be the
ground beneath, when we kiss you can run away on me.  cause my
heart's been humming, and reaching for something to keep it
running when the drives are so long.  and you brought boxes,
you brought crates of feelings i'll have to orchestrate, but i'll
make room and find a pace, even if you never meant to stay.
cause there's space here where i sing, out in the junkyard of
emotion, where i pour myself over everything, i'll pour myself
over your bare skin like boiling water, this orphan-eyed
daughter, this cannon-fodder, come on.