Dont Know

Dec 15, 2004 19:46

It's a good year for a murder
she's praying to jesus, she's pulling the trigger
there's no tears, cause he's not here
she washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner
but soon they'll be coming to rush her away
no one's so sure if her crime had a reason

reasons like seasons
they constantly change
and the seasons of last year
like reasons have floated away
away with this spilt milk
away with this dirty dish water, away
seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter

"it's me and the moon," she says
i got no trouble with that
but i am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die
"it's me and the moon," she says
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