It's the way she would smile while falling to pieces
Pouring out cream, cutting up peaches
"Son of a bitch," she spoke softly to Jesus
Pushing it down, down on her knees, just praying
Lobotomy
I wanna feel like a child, let the world coddle me
Tired of playing the woman I oughta be
Sometimes I just wanna rage
Yeah, sometimes I just wanna punch every single last one of your fucks in the face
Keep your feet on the ground, she said, "Keep your head down"
When they do the wash, babe, it's all coming out
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