Nowhere To Go
Another hot July
For the night, stuck inside
Nothing but our balled-up coats
To lay our heads down on
Popcorn, computer clicks
Hey mom, I don't know where he went
I stand in the courtyard
Of other people's homes
If you need to, tell me why
Terrified you would die
I saw things I shouldn't have
I was just a little girl
Soft porn, pages slick
Too young to look at this
I took charge of what I'd known
Wearing someone else's clothes
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Bible belt to cure sin
Don't slap his face again
Your regret is useless now
He's a grown man, you know
Pick it up and take aim
Shoot the rattlesnake
Ghosts of me, ghosts of you
Children just as innocent
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Try to make a little change
Barely get paid
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Some simple neglect
Somehow used to hurt less
Bloodied hands, bruised knees
Crucified for me
Try to make a little change
Give in to clickbait
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
For the night, stuck inside
Nothing but our balled-up coats
To lay our heads down on
Popcorn, computer clicks
Hey mom, I don't know where he went
I stand in the courtyard
Of other people's homes
If you need to, tell me why
Terrified you would die
I saw things I shouldn't have
I was just a little girl
Soft porn, pages slick
Too young to look at this
I took charge of what I'd known
Wearing someone else's clothes
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Bible belt to cure sin
Don't slap his face again
Your regret is useless now
He's a grown man, you know
Pick it up and take aim
Shoot the rattlesnake
Ghosts of me, ghosts of you
Children just as innocent
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Nowhere to go
Funny how I feel it now
Funny how I feel it now
Try to make a little change
Barely get paid
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Some simple neglect
Somehow used to hurt less
Bloodied hands, bruised knees
Crucified for me
Try to make a little change
Give in to clickbait
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Stomach caving in
I can't stop remembering
Credits
Writer(s): Mary Norris
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