A SONG FOR SIENA

She takes her clothes off on the internet to pay for her degree

She likes to smoke her hand-rolled cigarettes, but only once a week

She leaves her window open wide, it's like she's doing it for me

She told me once she thinks it's fun that I can see

But I'm just a game to you now

A boy with his tongue hanging out of his mouth

Oh, Siena

If I were to call ya

Would you tell me about how lonely you've been?

Then call me over

And I'll just hold ya

You won't ever have to feel that way again

Oh, sweet Siena

Oh, sweet Siena-ena-ena

I hear her fighting with her mom again, they hardly ever speak

I figured out from word of mouth she's moving out in like a week

I guess I gotta tell her, I guess I gotta know

I guess I gotta tell her before she gotta go

That I can't live without her

Oh, Siena

If I were to call ya

Would you tell me about how lonely you've been?

Then call me over

And I'll just hold ya

You won't ever have to feel that way again

Oh, sweet Siena

Oh, sweet Siena-ena-ena

Oh, sweet Siena-ena-ena