Foxing - Ocelot lyrics

Her hair was in her eyes And I could hardly hear her hum In the midst of everyone Tripping up your words and slurring speech With 'I never meant to's,' 'you're better without's' Division like all is inevitable Some day, she's gonna realize But I hope, for my own sake The day will come too late I was sitting on a curb tasting earth My half-closed eyes drenched in salt And she was smoking a cigarette Her bitter heart thought this was my fault She s**s my blood, she tears my guts She must hate me for something I've done It's not genetics or DNA but geography The place she was raised Some day, you're gonna realize But I hope, for my own sake The day will come too late