Crater Lake Lyrics - Whip-smart - Liz Phair

Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows 

And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows 

And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years 

Well, look at me, I'm frightening my friends 

You better roll me 

I bought a map of the moon 

There's a crater with my name on it and a really good view 

There I was, getting drunk in your room 

Because I wanted to throw my weight around 

And, oh, all the tears in four tiny years 

Well, look at me, I'm frightening my friends 

You better roll me home