you're a portrait of so many different faces
each one you picked up along the way
you listen to each word intently
but had nothing when asked what you had to say
the indian summer came with a vengeance
you awoke when the sun kissed your lips
a dead written in some journal
came back to haunt your innocence
middle class white trash
walking down the street
speaking in tongues to a God
who said "I don't owe you a fucking thing"
I saw Claire at the bookstore
on 2nd street
She said "I feel great but I know that I'm dying"
and I'm dying too, all over you.
Written in the stars was the future
the card of death lay before
being honest what you wanted
couldn't have asked for any more
I call mother on a monday
see how things are back home
saw Bobby down at the bar last week
he said "I'm killing myself to be alone"
middle class white trash
walking down the street
speaking in tongues to a God
who said "I don't owe you a fucking thing"
I saw Claire at the bookstore
on 2nd street
She said "I feel great but I know that I'm dying"
and I'm dying too, all over you.
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