From “Swung from the Branches”
15 Ativan
Alone in a townhouse rented to a kid
Don’t call an ambulance, cold and alone
She knew it’d take a while
She held on tight to the dreams
She had as a kid
She knew it’d take a year
To kill her fear
Cold nights spent outside
A phone book filled
With the names of people she’d call
Will you spare the time
To share your crime?
15 Ativan
Alone in a townhouse rented to a kid
Don’t call an ambulance, cold and alone
15 Ativan
Alone in a townhouse rented to a kid
Don’t call an ambulance, cold and alone
Cold nights spent outside
A phonebook filled
With the names of people she’d call
Will you spare the time
and share your crime?
Here she comes…