My mouth is dry
My feet move quick
It's one forty-five
And Alice is trying to shatter the glass

I walk past the trashcans
I walk past the brooms
And I see the face of a young boy
Who just wants to go home

And the tension grows free
Like rain flooding a lake
And it spreads like a wild rose
That is blooming mistakes

It's easy to love when you're loved but
I just wonder what she feels
Stranded out in the dark
Soon to be mom, no training wheels

It's an action of grief
Like a wandering hound
We all linger a while
In the burial ground

It's all trust and deceit
It's a rumbling crowd
We all linger a while
In the burial ground

It's an action of grief
Like a wandering hound
We all linger a while
In the burial ground