Say what I want and then we close the place
It's always hard to say what you really mean
Sometimes I miss the smell of that old neighborhood
And the tasteless places that remain
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
I can't stay here
And waste, away dear
Somebody said dad had won the lottery
Was always something I could never trace
Sometimes I wonder how much you ended up with
And if you spent the whole thing in one place
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
Suburban homeland sent the winter
The broken gla** in the blades of gra**
I can't stay here
And waste, away dear
The window's rattle a falsetto
The creeps in bed to the taste of meds
Suburban homeland sent the winter
The broken gla** in the blades of gra**
The broken gla** in the blades of gra**
The broken gla** in the blades of gra**