Maybe I’ve got 45 minutes till he’s home

I’ll savor every minute alone

Mom’s in the toolshed building a life of her own

She don’t see the secret world I’ve been building alone

Oh I’ve been running from the cops

And stealing from mom and pops

Biting my tongue

Cuz I’m really very young to be

Dizzy kissing concrete, tasting my tongue

Salty air like the pavement I run

Athlete seems so godlike

But I say he’s dumb

My friends cant be tested

Cuz thats where I get my love

We’ve been sharing sleeper sofas

Hold each other close but

Never speak about it when the sun is up

No

And I smile, for a while yeah