Martha, you didn't take my innocence away
Though I know that you were scared to, you were scared to every day
Experience, a dagger that cut through seventh grade
But you told me that you loved me with your hands beside my face
You crawled into the boiler room after what you said
There you kissed me on the mouth and I kissed you on the head
You told that sometimes you wished you were dead and so I
Held your hand up the stairs and brought you back to bed
Do you know what you said
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue and a bullet in you gun
You got a backpack baby and two legs built to run
A couple hundred dollars to throw into the sun
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue, girl you know you're way too young
To be this back tracked baby, you insist that it was fun
Just call me in the morning when you know what you've done
One night you toed a line, I can't remember what it was
I wasn't mad at you but you started crying because
You didn't want to be like him, you saw it in your blood
It was a little much for you, it was a little much for us
And you'd had enough
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue and a bullet in you gun
You got a backpack baby and two legs built to run
A couple hundred dollars to throw into the sun
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue, girl you know you're way too young
To be this back tracked baby, you insist that it was fun
Just call me in the morning when you know what you've done
Oh it's high time
And you're high and I'm
In your basement trying
To figure out what's on your mind
High time
And you're high and I'm
In your basement trying
To figure out what's on your mind
What's on your mind
What's on your mind
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue and a bullet in you gun
You got a backpack baby and two legs built to run
A couple hundred dollars to throw into the sun
You got sugar on your tongue, sugar on your tongue
Sugar on your tongue, girl you know you're way too young
To be this back tracked baby, you insist that it was fun
Just call me in the morning when you know what you've done
Salt in your eyes, salt in your life
Salt in the wound, though you said you never cry
You got a hotel room to check into for the night
I'll call you in the morning just to see if you're alright"