the highway is a sorry scene.
i'm freezing in the passenger seat.
i didn't want to leave so i just kept on drinking.
at first, we were nervous
but you'd say all the words that'll change the way my world turns
and then it's bye bye baby, bye bye bye.
parked now in some motel lot,
i'm staring through the window fog
at some new day that i don't want,
when i could be waking to your dawn.
but i'll go back to boston, a silent apartment
but for sirens, alarms, and little sad songs.
your fucked-up family history
makes me wish i was a transparency.
i'd move about your life unseen
and make sure you were treated right.
'cause your eyes flash with kerosene
and your lips are horses running.
oh, let me be the ground beneath.
when we kiss, you can run away on me.
'cause my heart's been humming
and reaching for something
to keep it running when the drives are so long.
and you brought boxes, you brought crates
of feelings i'll have to orchestrate.
but i'll make room; i'll find a place
even if you never meant to stay.
'cause there's space, here, where i sing
out in the junkyard of emotion
where i pour myself over everything.
i'll pour myself over your bare skin
like boiling water,
this orphan-eyed daughter,
this cannon fodder,
come on.