Oneida says she's out of time
for mining lies from crooked minds
and spending nights
beneath strange blankets
street-to-street, tab at a time.
She says she's wasted years
killing hours for days on end
turning bar booths into confidants
and neon signs to friends
She's held on for so long
to her town, to trust, to hopes
But when her shaking hands start sweating,
she starts
to think of letting go.
Oneida's got the map, a tank of gas
and miles to drive
But she won't listen to her screaming gut:
she's played deaf her whole ******* life
She'll be swearing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
and the window lights shine yellow
bathing sidewalks in question marks
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me
Oneida says she's leaving town
her last dime spent on dollars down
she's hedged her bets
on 1st and twenty-
fifth at the depot.
She wants to hear new chimes
where new bells ring in brand new climes
turning traitors into confidants;
acquaintances to friends
She's held tight for so long
to each hand that dealt her wrong
But when her cards start flushing royal
she starts
to think she might not fold.
Oneida's got the will, a tank of gas
and time to drive
But will she listen to her screaming gut?
She's played deaf
her whole God **** life
She'll be cursing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
while the window lights gleam yellow
soaking sidewalks in question marks.
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me...
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
Oneida says she's out of time
for mining lies from crooked minds
and spending nights
beneath strange blankets
street-to-street, tab at a time.
She says she's wasted years
killing hours for days on end
turning bar booths into confidants
and neon signs to friends
She's held on for so long
to her town, to trust, to hopes
But when her shaking hands start sweating,
she starts
to think of letting go.
Oneida's got the map, a tank of gas
and miles to drive
But she won't listen to her screaming gut:
she's played deaf her whole ******* life
She'll be swearing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
and the window lights shine yellow
bathing sidewalks in question marks
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me
Oneida says she's leaving town
her last dime spent on dollars down
she's hedged her bets
on 1st and twenty-
fifth at the depot.
She wants to hear new chimes
where new bells ring in brand new climes
turning traitors into confidants;
acquaintances to friends
She's held tight for so long
to each hand that dealt her wrong
But when her cards start flushing royal
she starts
to think she might not fold.
Oneida's got the will, a tank of gas
and time to drive
But will she listen to her screaming gut?
She's played deaf
her whole God **** life
She'll be cursing at the stars
while her feet trace the boulevards
while the window lights gleam yellow
soaking sidewalks in question marks.
But Oneida knows these streets
like she knows me...
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