jeans from run. by indy mae

she packed a bowl and smoked it out the window,
except it won’t get her high again
she wants to see her
but her girlfriends out in london
so she goes away
to places in her brain

she scraped her jeans
and got dirt on her knees
just come home i’m begging please
pick up the phone it’s hard to be alone
and my brakes aren’t working good

it took somebody to know me too
it’s not hard if you got nothing to prove
tell me something i wanna know
is it over just tell me so

wait up, i’ll stay up,
come home before my makeup runs,
it’s just a little pick up,
get up i’m done,
i don’t know why,
i don’t know why

my arms are getting cold,
out here sitting by the phone
and i wish that i could hold you
so i wont be alone
the itches on my legs
will keep me entertained,
maybe a burn or two.

• Acoustic
• DYI
• Self Produced
• indie folk
• indie rock acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Claremont