She could walk around without a face around the corner
& pick up a beer for her dad
I'm the one without the room in my apartment
for the good times you wish we could have
Oh, baptize me you foreign light
Flames moving up my toes
& burning up my clothes
I haven't moved in 15 years or cracked a smile.
Loose cut, the blood it flows & dripping out my nose,
I'm cold, but all the water feels more like a bear pelt
You're the restless one on top of all my covers
because you're sick of the life that you have.
I told you it would be a while before I made my move
towards the side of your head.