she runs
for the door with pieces of her room in her hands
perfect makeup perfect hair perfect day to get away
"dont tell anyone i'm gone" she whispers as she closes the door
she locks the door tightly and fumbles for her keys
she throws everything in the car, buckles her seatbelt and speeds off with the music blaring...
"Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. 'Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish, I've seen more guts in eleven year old kids...And is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let's end this call and end this conversation."
perfect makeup perfect hair perfect day to get away
"dont tell anyone i'm gone" she whispers as she closes the door
she locks the door tightly and fumbles for her keys
she throws everything in the car, buckles her seatbelt and speeds off with the music blaring...
"Is that what you call a getaway? Tell me what you got away with. 'Cause I've seen more spine in jellyfish, I've seen more guts in eleven year old kids...And is that what you call tact? You're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back, so let's end this call and end this conversation."