Such a tired face Seattle eyes Oh so blue and green But never dry It started with a tiny whisper In my ear Ended like a roller coaster At the county
Some nights I can't feel my beating heart, I've got a second-hand body made with junk-yard parts. An (ink-blot?) head that makes it hard to care, Broke
I had a thought I never could capture Holding you and holding back. But I held too tight and it broke and it shattered, I was watching while you cracked
I used to be so young But now I'm oh so beaten down My friends are nowhere to be found I find myself alone I could have been someone But now my name
She's tired of flat lands and cornfields Seashells traced in snow She wants more bugs on her windshield She don't want to go alone I'd love to go, but
Streaks of earth matted in her hair Beaten down, but she won't scare Blinks her eyes, battered green and blue Ignorance can leave an awful bruise So
Trying hard to stay awake Over time without a break. I'll catch the night bus home You won't have to sleep alone. I wear this crisp white shirt for you