the highway is a sorry scene. ni'm freezing in the passenger seat. ni didn't want to leave so i just kept on drinking. nat first, we were nervous nbut you'd say all the words that'll change the way my world turns nand then it's bye bye baby, bye bye bye. nparked now in some motel lot, ni'm staring through the window fog nat some new day that i don't want, nwhen i could be waking to your dawn. nbut i'll go back to boston, a silent apartment nbut for sirens, alarms, and little sad songs. nyour fucked-up family history nmakes me wish i was a transparency. ni'd move about your life unseen nand make sure you were treated right. n'cause your eyes flash with kerosene nand your lips are horses running. noh, let me be the ground beneath. nwhen we kiss, you can run away on me. n'cause my heart's been humming nand reaching for something nto keep it running when the drives are so long. nand you brought boxes, you brought cratesnof feelings i'll have to orchestrate. nbut i'll make room; i'll find a place neven if you never meant to stay. n'cause there's space, here, where i singnout in the junkyard of emotion nwhere i pour myself over everything.ni'll pour myself over your bare skinnlike boiling water, nthis orphan-eyed daughter, nthis cannon fodder, ncome on.