Tekst:
Megan Slankard

Addy gotta tattoo She bought it with another month of working weekends And it fits her like a glove It's smiling at the baby Looking at the needle work

It's still kinda early to watch the sun go rising anyway Even if it rises this time everyday It's still kinda early to watch the engine spit and cough

It's a hot one, leaning on the wall Like a monkey practically swinging From the doorknob I am waiting to feel brave To save face To step outside all

"Those soles are comfort" She said "that's credit card" New shoes walking home She don't own a car car car She turns the lights off Electric bill is

I paced the room, I paced the floor I heard him calling, I unlocked the door And he paced the room With elegance and with distress And with long strides

Lately I watch the coffee perk Give my cup a stir ?It looks dire sir? It's a voice I've heard There is no cure There are no words I'm not sure But it

On my knees Not that you can help me I have changed a flat before And I have gotten dirty I ain't no faker I'm as sweet as I am rotten I might even

Can I help it if I think you're evil? Can you stop it if you really are? Can you stop me if I think you're perfect? The echo of an argument dies in the

Dawn looked through the wall Where she saw the end Then someone shuffled papers And she returned again She covered her ears in anger And stomped out