Written and recorded Feb 9, 2008
"I need to get one thing out of my car, my gloves and my cigarettes"
She mouths a plea: "What we need is sympathy"
Her hand on the door
Her hand on her eyes
She can't clear her head
She can't clear her mind
Eyes grey with clouds
Lips pursed for lying
Sometimes when she's hurried
She just starts crying
Knees on the seat
Hand on the head rest
For a moment she's still
But the moment passes
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©2008 Charlie Cheney, BMI