Feminists (The)
In A Parked Car, Exhuming Ophelia
Turn signal blink is what you're waiting forSome little sleep, and one lesspitiful excuse for being youngand in loveon the crescent of a hillsidedrinking, car parked, in the backseatthinking "really, she's not angryanymore."I fell asleep behind the driver doorShe's learning how to speak, and she loveseveryone who wants to be so youngand in love,on the crescent of a hillside,where she's burning up her room,and Dad just doesn't understand heranymore.and we got drunk in the back seat of my car,just one more thing that we took way too far.and didn't I tell you not to try so hard,so hard to think.Try too hard to think.So please wake me.SongtexteTo be so young and in loveon the crescent of a hillsidedrinking, car parked, in the backseatthinking "really, she's not angry,"be so young and in love,on the crescent of a hillside,where she's burning up her room,and Dad just doesn't understand,be so young and in love,on the crescent of a hillside,where she's burning up her room,and Dad just doesn't understand heranymore.
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