Walk you home to see where you are livingaround and I
know this place
pour yourself on me and you know I'm the one that you
in your denim eyes I see that something's awry
and I see you're weak
when he comes around I see you're fixing to shine and
my face won't speak.
Hate to be so emotional
I didn't aim to get physical
but when he pulled in and revved it up
I said you call that a pick up truck.
And the moonlight I throwed him down
kicking screaming and rolling around
a little piece of a bloddy tooth
just so you know I was thinking of you
and as a cold as a hole
I hug your bones and skin crackling woods gone white
and my eye swoll up now
I can see the light.