1.The Fall
Chapels and churchyards
Apartments and grocery stores
Like snow ona ton of bricks
On nurserys and nursing homes
On piles of sticks and stones
A vacant lot and an empty store
And over the ocean so i can fall some more
Like a fever dream my teperature's burning
My bed room door the knob is turning
All the lessons that i never dreamed worth learning
Stories of having always preface themselves with earning
I'm leaving eden
I'm sick of all the rules
The angels in the air
The beasts in the sea
Heaven ain't what it's cracked up to be
I'm taking the fall
If the block gets any worse
Thehouse gets boarded
When the days are true
The nights get sordid
I sleep with lilies to me morbid
'Till you show up and cover me with orchids
The garage locked and car left running
The seats are full and the people grinning
The were told that if life's worth living that the love finds
you
and the air comes through
Things we asy don't seem to matter
When our voices crack and the pieces scatter
Like leaves through windows we've left open
Been a long long time since i 've seen an autumn
2.Ex-Ballerina
There used to be a girl with hair lie cherry cola
She went another way
There used to be a crush on an ex ballerina
Seems like the other day
There used to be a ride to school in a rolling ashtray with a
Stereo
In the morning come and get me i got souixsie and the banshees
On cassette baby so let's go
I still associate with love
There used to be a pair of striped tights i still associate with
love
My first day of school someone new to look up to and i still
Associate with love
Make me tapes of all your records make me tapes of seven Seconds
that i still associate with love
And all around me i got people to protect me that i still
associate with love
Not about re living yesterday
About saying what i came to say
I don't want to give it all away
It's where i come from
It's how i was raised
3.Waffle House Is Not A Home
I'm the only one who ever sits here
So thank God for me
You're the lonley one with the waffle house apron
Who gets of on me
You're the apron string that's tied so tight
Around my middle
Truckers, drunks and cowboys come to beg for seconds
from your griddle
How can they think to judge us
They don't even know who we are
In the future i see us running
Somewhere other than a parked car
Three o'clock there's only empty seats and orthapedic shoes
Sit down in my booth and tell me about country dancing
and what else you like to do
You're the only one in this town who can look down on me
No matte rhow you feel all you done and where you been
Come and sit down with me
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