Drinking wine in the backseat at the drive-in
We're hoping to kill some time
There's an object on the horizon
I guess I've done in myself this night
There's a stray in the kitchen with her litter
Begging you to give them away
Leaving her mice on the doorstep so you can eat
I saw them give up their own lives
Burning the porch with coals from the fire
They touch your feet when you step outside
There's a boy in our bed in my blue jeans
Saying "Please, would you just give him my old life?"
