Southtowne Lanes - Curbside | Текст песни

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• Southtowne Lanes
• Curbside

He was tired, and he was not prepared.
She called, and he went to her.
Her hair smelled like cigarettes and soap,
and her face was pale under bright orange fluorescents.

Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He swore he’d go and find the man,
but he was afraid.
Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He should be able to help her,
but he never could.

He put his arm around her in attempt to soothe her.
She felt relief from the hand, and told him everything.
Alcohol and a misplaced sense of trust told the story,
and that was all he’d needed to hear.

He was not prepared.

Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He swore he’d go and find the man,
but he was afraid.
Four thirty in the morning and she cried,
and he felt the anger rise.
He should be able to help her,
but he never could, no he never could.