another town
another school
a new trailer park
and i could burn these
books alive
i am freaking out
and i left my friends in the sun
behind the graveyard with a jar of rum
and i left JoAnne in the shade
what do i know about love anyway
another year
another inch i will be tall enough
and if he hits you again
i will beat your man
i will put him out
you don’t need to cut your life on these
razor blades or these
kitchen knives
you are beautiful
and i packed the chevrolet
i hear Pittsburgh is better than this town, anyway
when your heart is broke…
when your eyes are wet…