the highway is a sorry scene.    i'm freezing in the passenger seat.    i didn't want to leave so i just kept on drinking.    at first, we were nervous    but you'd say all the words that'll change the way my world turns    and then it's bye bye baby, bye bye bye.    parked now in some motel lot,    i'm staring through the window fog    at some new day that i don't want,    when i could be waking to your dawn.    but i'll go back to boston, a silent apartment    but for sirens, alarms, and little sad songs.    your fucked-up family history    makes me wish i was a transparency.    i'd move about your life unseen    and make sure you were treated right.    'cause your eyes flash with kerosene    and your lips are horses running.    oh, let me be the ground beneath.    when we kiss, you can run away on me.    'cause my heart's been humming    and reaching for something    to keep it running when the drives are so long.    and you brought boxes, you brought crates   of feelings i'll have to orchestrate.    but i'll make room; i'll find a place    even if you never meant to stay.    'cause there's space, here, where i sing   out in the junkyard of emotion    where i pour myself over everything.   i'll pour myself over your bare skin   like boiling water,    this orphan-eyed daughter,    this cannon fodder,    come on.