Lynne

I know that she's falling in

I can see what's happening

And it sinks into my skin

Rosary on the mirror

Of your mothers Chevrolet

Empty bottles at our feet

Hoping that it will all stay

I know that it comes back

I still miss you through the glass

Lynne still waits on the train tracks

I can't see straight

Or can tell if this is real

Shooting words I wouldn't say

Left my actual thoughts spilled

I know, and I know

I can't go, I can't go

I need it, I need it

Or I'm sick, or I'm sick

I know, and I know

I can't go, I can't go

I need it, I need it

Or I'm sick, or I'm sick

I know that she's falling in

I still miss you through the glass

Lynne still waits on the train tracks

Rosary on the mirror

(I know, and I know)

Of your mothers Chevrolet

(I can't go, I cant go)

Shooting words I wouldn't say

(I need it, I need it)

Left my actual thoughts spilled

(Or I'm sick, or I'm sick)