Good god
Im late for work
I can hear her thinking
I watch her leave
her eyes smile so right
I watch the clock go round
I watch the clock around
Off shadows, numbers, lines
I know when the boys come to the counter laughing
begging for a kiss
her black hair
with its line of pink
I can hear her voice
that Southern Belle
through her smile
"Well honey your sweet but Ive got a boy"
She comes home
the front door is locked at night
she drags herself in
broke for the night
and falls into bed
and falls into bed
and falls into bed
Two hundred miles away
I can hear her voice smiling
"I love you baby"
that shiver you only get
when someone kisses your picture
my picture crumpled in the hand of a sleeping doll
My picture crumpled by the Southern Belle
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 6:43 AM UTC
Good god
Im late for work
I can hear her thinking
I watch her leave
her eyes smile so right
I watch the clock go round
I watch the clock around
Off shadows, numbers, lines
I know when the boys come to the counter laughing
begging for a kiss
her black hair
with its line of pink
I can hear her voice
that Southern Belle
through her smile
"Well honey your sweet but Ive got a boy"
She comes home
the front door is locked at night
she drags herself in
broke for the night
and falls into bed
and falls into bed
and falls into bed
Two hundred miles away
I can hear her voice smiling
"I love you baby"
that shiver you only get
when someone kisses your picture
my picture crumpled in the hand of a sleeping doll
My picture crumpled by the Southern Belle
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