Letras
A can of cola
An unfilled bathtub
For dirty bodies
And storing empties
The landline's nagging
The mail is scattered on the floor
And through a keyhole of
A triple bolted door
It's melodrama
It's confused chemicals
It's dirty laundry
It's empty styrofoam
The giant's won and
All the firecracker shells
Are littering the street
And I don't give a shit
My shoes ran off somewhere
And I haven't even cared
To organize a search
My ball of nerves
Don't mistake me
I'll refuse you if you choose
To track me down
And don't you make me leave
Without wishing you well
Till I return from my brief sojourn
To the center of the earth
As far as I tell you
It's not as bad as all of that
And I promise not to be reckless
Oh heart of mine, heart of mine
It's your face that brings me back every time
It's dirty laundry
It's empty styrofoam