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"Girl, Don't Cry For This"
One A.M. and fifteen minutes.
Nothing's coming from your thoughts.
Every moment's here
but moving forward.
You've given your life up.
The cackling feels louder
than it ever felt in school.
There isn't a way out of this to buy.
The brick, it's staring at you
like you both know something's up.
You relate to this wall's
lifeless drought.
Though skies rain, you still can't figure out
why the boys all laugh at drinking games,
and girls drool over love,
why couples hug and stare at the moon.
Here you are denouncing love
and foolish lullabies that gave you hope
and somewhere keep alive
a mid-west boy dreaming of the sea
and a truck to drive him there.
The current, dolphins, and salty wind
blowing through his hair.
I asked your childhood
what it thought.
It said, "I'm disappointed.
I thought I'd be more than this.
There's make up smeared,
the taste of beer,
and littered coffee cups.
All I see from before is my outline all growed up."
One A.M. and fifteen minutes.
Nothing's coming from your thoughts.
Every moment's here
but moving forward.
You've given your life up.
The cackling feels louder
than it ever felt in school.
There isn't a way out of this to buy.
The brick, it's staring at you
like you both know something's up.
You relate to this wall's
lifeless drought.
Though skies rain, you still can't figure out
why the boys all laugh at drinking games,
and girls drool over love,
why couples hug and stare at the moon.
Here you are denouncing love
and foolish lullabies that gave you hope
and somewhere keep alive
a mid-west boy dreaming of the sea
and a truck to drive him there.
The current, dolphins, and salty wind
blowing through his hair.
I asked your childhood
what it thought.
It said, "I'm disappointed.
I thought I'd be more than this.
There's make up smeared,
the taste of beer,
and littered coffee cups.
All I see from before is my outline all growed up."