Grace Car, Part 1 - Braid

i saw your picture today on a card

i tried so hard

to remember that smiling face you placed

on my princess pillow in that broken down car

last summer

you sang to me so beautifully

you were promised to me like a ring to a tree

but you cut it all off and

that’s what kills me pilot of lies

who sat at the bat while i sat home and cried

your hands were not tied

you knew exactly where to hide

and hitch a ride

to one two three

cali FOR nia

«now honey i’m so sorry

if i whistle hollywood happy

look where it gets me.»

you show so painfully long

but i sat and stared as if nothing was wrong

as for the songs

the beauty is there

but the grace car’s gone

(gone, take me down)

and i don’t want to be a part

of music vs. the heart.

we all stay in tune

we all swear it’s true

we all stay in tune

we all swear it’s true

(without going overhead or upperhanded jests just fly by more time to get to know you, and less of me you can’t buy my time)

with your (we have?) pretty faces

to be replaced

in unsafe places

at least our car will go down with some grace

(grace, take me down)