Exile on New Street
She bought a pack smokes just to prove that she could
That fake ID got more use then it should
In my brother's car she sat on the passenger side
16 on borrowed time she hung her feet out the window
She took her sweater off and I saw the bruises on her arms
Then she asked me, "Do you think if Jesus came back anyone would even notice?"
I never heard a girl talk quite like her before
She looked away and played with the lock on the door
She held back tears and I parked behind the library with the neon sign
We talked about Alaska
She calmed down when we got high
She said the day you really die
Is the day when no living soul can even remember your name
I'd be lying if I didn't think she made be nervous
But I fell in love with her stories and the false hope in her lies
She always said she would head out west to calm down
Two weeks later she had hitch-hiked her way out of town