the_first_song_i_wrote
the awful truth
if
i
ran
to
your
house
,
overnight
,
would
you
smile
?
would
you
hear
my
knock
,
and
recognize
me
instantly
,
you
always
could
feel
my
hands
over
your
eyes
.
would
you
take
me
and
follow
me
to
driving
rain
?
we
could
search
for
hours
for
a
thunderstorm
.
we
could
stand
beneath
the
lightning
bolts
and
chilling
rain
I'd
be
happy
,
happy
in
your
arms
.
I'm
sick
of
waking
screaming
your
name
I'm
sick
of
these
stains
on
my
face
I'm
sick
of
clawing
at
my
eyes
until
I
bleed
I'm
sick
of
missing
you
I'm
going
insane
if
I
learned
to
drive
and
stole
a
car
and
honked
the
horn
,
would
you
trust
me
?
We
could
cruise
the
streets
of
D
.C.
after
dark
you
always
did
know
what
to
say
to
make
me
laugh
.
well
if
you
learned
to
smoke
and
fight
like
me
would
it
please
me
?
I
don't
know
.
I
think
no
matter
the
outcome
some
nights
you'd
find
me
outside
in
the
snow
.
I'm
sick
of
waking
,
screaming
your
name
I'm
sick
of
living
in
this
place
I'm
sick
of
day
in
day
out
all
bullshit
i'm
sick
of
missing
you
.
I'm
a
fucking
disgrace.
060622
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
