Liz Phair - Crater Lake lyrics

Once you've left a lonely rage on it's own it grows And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows And oh, all the tears in four tiny years Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends You better roll me I bought a map of the moon There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view There I was getting drunk in your room Because I wanted to throw my weight around And oh, all the tears in four tiny years Well look at me, I'm frightening my friends You better roll me home You better roll me home You better roll me home