It flew out your mouth,
"You can drive me anywhere
Just drive me anywhere but here tonight"
The length of your neck
Is a lonely parapet;
You are armed to the teeth and looking for a fight.
It was in your mother's dress that the temper finally
Showed signs of slowing down.
Your fingers traced the route of the seam
Like a map of your body that landed just shy of your knees
It fell the same way on your mother-
As she was, at that age, the same height as you.
She never faced a fear quite as sharp,
But her sister did and it broke her heart
What came out your mouth next
Was a series of mistakes
You had taken all you could take,
And here tonight,
The weight of their stares,
Well they could bury you alive.
You are worn to the bone,
And looking to disappear.
And who could blame you?
Who could blame you?
And who could blame you?
Who could blame you?
it was in your mother's dress that the temper finally died out,
And gave way to the fear that keeps its company with such a loud mouth!
Llike the sound of an earthquake
Tearing out terra firma's mouth
You must not let it in,
And keep your head up on top of your body.
There are far, far worse things than this,
So we must move with purpose
And do what has to be done.