Last In First Out

Thirteen
Your little girl cries wolf I can recall the picture Of how you'd like a change Maintain Do you feel sure that things could have been So much better If you'd been lying on your Stomach, not back Maybe if it had been candles instead of a car-tree You're always complaining when you're thirteen Those skills and those eyes Have the will to get by All those years ago I appeared to know Difficulty coping Tell me how it had come back To claim your only son Shelter In every act of this Supplication still resists Appalled gifts, all of this For her Aus Songtexte Mania