i'd like to dye my hair
a chesnut brown and dance up and down
your hallways
the dance of love
the dance of love

i am waiting on you
to open your door
and love me.

patiently
wait,
for you to walk
out the door 45 minutes later.

(a woman shouldn't have to wait)

with your hand in your pocket
and the keys to our
car

oh, how you hurt me so
on bad days
but send me kisses
through thin walls

travel
travel

your words are like stingray's
creeping slowly across my skin
sometimes

oh, how you hurt me so
on bad days
but your hand on mine
i forget the pain
and the the 45 minutes
becomes worth the wait.



" shows that we ain't gonna stand shit
shows that we are united "