Rosa

(альбом: Dream Homes - 2009)

She talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well
Smokes my cigarette just like it's her last
All kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me
And it echoes back under the overpass downtown
She likes to watch the sun come up
But looks like she don't care if it ever does
Says it almost always looks the same
Screwing up her face she laughs
Like her left eye ain't still black or anything
I think that's why I like her anyway

One more night to kill, days that leave us still
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
Hoping for something else less like this living

All I got is what you see
A beat up face and a world full of enemies
Tying off her arm she jokes
I would trade this all for one more hit of dope
It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit
To make it another day
I think that's why I'm still here anyway

One more night to kill, days that leave us still
Waiting on little more, pocket change and liquor stores
She shakes like anyone strung out, she's almost done
Hoping for something else less like this living hell

It sure gets fucking lonely living like the only way to go is out