Nina

Embalming every memory in a tight sealed jar by the sink
Situation ain't as simple as I think
Replaying every word you spoke on the jukebox by the shelf
When it gets too quiet, Baby Rose says,
"Keep it all to myself"

A steady stream of nicotine
A bottle of Carlo
Water fills up past my feet
Dripping down my toes
I start to get all teary-eyed
And wonder if they know what it's like to be so sad
That you can't move
Then I hear my blues

Nina tells me she can have him
Amy disagrees
Etta's going blind while me and Billie shoot the breeze
I'm stirrin' like a lunatic
The tempo keeps me sane
Trying to match my heartbeat to the rhythm

Peggy knows I got it bad
Jazmine can relate
The more I drink about it, the more it isn't safe
Being alone in this haunted house
Surrounded by your silence now
That's when all my ladies call

Sarah tells me to relax
I'm buggin' on myself
Why am I so goddamn mad your shit ain't on the shelf
Norah cannot tell me why
Macy tries to sympathize
Lauryn's begging me to find any little peace of mind

I know it's late to be calling you
But I know you love this chorus
I think that you'd be proud of me
I finally closed my eyes
That's when I hear mama, and I smile
She don't even know this song