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Drove 16 hours today Up and down the interstate Stopped for fast food in Denton Felt my treads wearing thin On 44 I felt like I was going to burst So I grabbed one of the Styrofoam cups from the passenger seat Dumped the half melted ice out my window Relief down to my feet In plain view of the policeman in his squad car Watching for people like me Desperate to get away, half-desperate to be caught For a moment in my mind I can see the celebration freedom lights red and blue Until some guy blows by doing at least 100 Breaking the spell It's three hours later and I'm asleep on your couch or pretending to be. I can hear you arguing with your boyfriend in the next room He's not nice, but he seems to know the score You come into the room and pat me on the head Hair like grease-soaked down. I hope he' sticks to your ribs like your mother's cooking I hope he plays your guitar when it rains I can hear you mumbling reassurances Spyglass in your hand Pretty pink drapes to hide the grimy windows.
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Pink Drapes
Drove 16 hours today Up and down the interstate Stopped for fast food in Denton Felt my treads wearing thin On 44 I felt like I was going to burst So I grabbed one of the Styrofoam cups from the passenger seat Dumped the half melted ice out my window Relief down to my feet In plain view of the policeman in his squad car Watching for people like me Desperate to get away, half-desperate to be caught For a moment in my mind I can see the celebration freedom lights red and blue Until some guy blows by doing at least 100 Breaking the spell It's three hours later and I'm asleep on your couch or pretending to be. I can hear you arguing with your boyfriend in the next room He's not nice, but he seems to know the score You come into the room and pat me on the head Hair like grease-soaked down. I hope he' sticks to your ribs like your mother's cooking I hope he plays your guitar when it rains I can hear you mumbling reassurances Spyglass in your hand Pretty pink drapes to hide the grimy windows.
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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