Through a Glass
Through the glass of the bottle
All is green and bent
And seeing her distorted so
I went through hell and back again
She was my dearest friend
But she will go to heaven
So maybe I can see her
Well, my car will barely start
I gotta get it to Vermont
She spent her summers in Bar Harbor
Working in a restaurant
And she had a lot of boyfriends
I count the ones I know
As I shudder through New Hampshire
Oh, Wes Hartley on the radio
God-God-God, damn the girl was fine
And I was glad to call her mine
She weren't mine and I weren't hers
I lost her at the five-and-dime
She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine
Who was living out his truck
She said "He is very fragile,"
I said "I don't give a fuck"
We went up and we went down
And she wanted to get out of town
We were on a rollercoaster, they go nowhere
They just land you back on the ground
God-God-God, damn the girl was fine
And I was glad to call her mine
She weren't mine, I weren't hers
I lost her at the five-and-dime
She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine
Who was living out his truck
She said "He is very fragile,"
I said "I don't give a-"
All is green and bent
And seeing her distorted so
I went through hell and back again
She was my dearest friend
But she will go to heaven
So maybe I can see her
Well, my car will barely start
I gotta get it to Vermont
She spent her summers in Bar Harbor
Working in a restaurant
And she had a lot of boyfriends
I count the ones I know
As I shudder through New Hampshire
Oh, Wes Hartley on the radio
God-God-God, damn the girl was fine
And I was glad to call her mine
She weren't mine and I weren't hers
I lost her at the five-and-dime
She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine
Who was living out his truck
She said "He is very fragile,"
I said "I don't give a fuck"
We went up and we went down
And she wanted to get out of town
We were on a rollercoaster, they go nowhere
They just land you back on the ground
God-God-God, damn the girl was fine
And I was glad to call her mine
She weren't mine, I weren't hers
I lost her at the five-and-dime
She was talking to a 6'5" ex-marine
Who was living out his truck
She said "He is very fragile,"
I said "I don't give a-"
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Writer(s): Henry Moses Jamison-root
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