Rusty pile of iron things.
My hat hair falling in my face.
Another missed phone call.
I can almost hear your voice so guttural.
So claustrophobic.
The room feels small.
And in the morning I know you'll call
and say, "Honey isn't it a little early
to be drinking wine?"
"These days I do all I can to pass the time".
So with every broken bottle
and with every mistake I will make
I'll leave a million broken hearts here in my wake.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth