Lyrics
she's one of those people that takes music everywhere
she has purple eyeliner and green streaks in her hair
on the corner with her guitar, the case is open
pennies and quarters and bills, she's unbroken
inspiration from the kitchen
inspiration on the couch
how can she keep track of her insanity?
it's running around, but you have to chain it down
send it to an institution or something.
god, i love her
on the plane she's got her electric piano
running on batteries, listening through her headphones
a notebook's on her lap all the time, every day
her pen pencil crayon always has something to say
inspiration from the kitchen
inspiration on the couch
how can she keep track of her insanity?
it's running around, but you have to chain it down
send it to an institution or something.
inspiration from the closet
inspiration on tv
how can she keep track of her insanity?
it's screaming its head off, but you have to tie it up
send it to an hospital or something.
god, i love her
god, i love her
god, i love her
oh god, i love her
god, i love her
god, i love her
god, i love her
oh god, i love her
i'd send her a letter, but i doubt she would care
she's living in atlanta i'm told
five hundred million miles plus three
she's nineteen, guess not too old
let us end. let me forget.
maybe even this can be put on hold
but she has her lyrics, she has her songs
and with these things
she'll never grow cold
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