Wet

another town
another school
a new trailer park

and i could burn these
books alive
i am freaking out

and i left my friends in the sun
behind the graveyard with a jar of rum

and i left JoAnne in the shade
what do i know about love anyway

another year
another inch i will be tall enough
and if he hits you again
i will beat your man
i will put him out

you don't need to
cut your life on these
razor blades or these
kitchen knives

you are beautiful
and i packed the chevrolet
i hear Pittsburgh is better than this town, anyway

when your heart is broke...
when your eyes are wet...