she's going on the road, she ****s what she wants, get a reputation between the bars in vermont
ice falls from her eyes, i don't know why
her winter boots, pick up summer dirt in april, when september comes, he wipes her off with the maple
she can't let this one go, she's only good for a show
money's been tight, that's not all that's been tight, hiding bills in the closet, won't keep her from falling in her body
making friends with the monster inside her head, let's just hope this one isn't playing dead
