A mother sets the dinner table. Son crashes to the pavement, yeah. A father working just to make ends. We spend our lives to try and make sense of it.
I crawled out from the pain of yesterday. I crawled to you and. I said all the things that you said to say. Have I said enough?. . Do you like it, yeah yeah.
A little white house. It's everything we've. Dreamed about. I wanted you to know. I'm hanging up my ego. We shouldn't have to fight. Or worry about the bills tonight.
I know a girl, got a long snake moan. A fever in her head and a restless soul. I got a feeling that the church don't know. What the church don't know, the church don't mind.
Skies like angels turn to rust. We hide inside our pickup trucks. Thoughts heavy like aeroplanes. Come crashing down and burst in flames. Memories, I'd cash them in for peace of mind and some discipline.
A suburban man. At my door. But I don't think I'll let him in. He wants discipline. Discipline. Control over the way I live. . He wants the best for me.
(Story about a girl). (Story about the world). . Suddenly I'm something I'm not. I'm something that you bought. Was it something I said. My friend. Little girl are you tripping on this.