Laura Stevenson And The Cans
Journey to the Center of the Eart
A can o' cola, an unfilled bathtubFor dirty bodies and storing emptiesThe landline's naggin'The mail is scattered on the floorAnd through a keyhole of a triple-bolted doorIt's melodrama, it's confused chemicalsIt's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoamThe Giants won and all the firecracker shells are littering the streetAnd I don't give a shitMy shoes ran off somewhere, and I haven't even cared to organize a searchMy ball of nervesDon't mistake meI'll refuse you if you choose to track me downAnd don't you make me leave without wishing you well til I return from my brief sojourn to the center of the EarthAs far as I tell you, it's not as bad as all of thatAnd I promise not to be recklessOh, heart of mine, heart of mineIt's your face that brings me back every timeIt's dirty laundry, it's empty stryofoam
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