Sludge
My little girl is spiraling out of control
Shes got both hands over her ears
Pretending that she can't hear anything
That we're saying face to face
She's been smoking cigarettes all morning
I can tell by the crack in her voice
And I can tell by the look in her eyes
She'll be smoking more than that tonight
She's in over her head again
That's why she's calling me late at night
Pretending that she's sober and clean
That she has been missing me
She hands me the broken pieces of her life
And waits for me to give them meaning
Excluding herself from the guilt
Of the adiction that rules her life
Shes got both hands over her ears
Pretending that she can't hear anything
That we're saying face to face
She's been smoking cigarettes all morning
I can tell by the crack in her voice
And I can tell by the look in her eyes
She'll be smoking more than that tonight
She's in over her head again
That's why she's calling me late at night
Pretending that she's sober and clean
That she has been missing me
She hands me the broken pieces of her life
And waits for me to give them meaning
Excluding herself from the guilt
Of the adiction that rules her life