Tear stained prayers
The same highway talk
The same highway drive
You made a friend about three years back
He takes the pain...
I would listen through sheetrock
Clenching my fists, in a staring contest with the clock.
Even long sleeves and dopamine
The only light comes from a bulb hung high
There's two closed doors, that lock from inside
It's hot and blurry from all the steam ...
Tissue papers behind closed bathroom doors
Tear drops scattered on the floor
A life inside, torn away
No, there's nothing you can...
A loving touch
A gentle look
"Baby is this to much?"
Just say the word and I'll stop
A sweet embrace