You hitched a ride on the back of her wagon
She drags both of you so far with your kiss
Her legs will be shaky from trying to carry
the weight of the world, just like I tried to do
.
But when night rolls around, you won't unhitch yourself
As she lays so weary from the Earth on her shoulder
Now you slip past the bars with your hand's nervous shaking
She's yours for the taking, you think afterall
.
So you take her and have something warm and cheap
While I, in my bedroom, turn on the TV
And think of the weight that you put on her shoulders
Knowing quite grateful, I'm glad that's not me
.
In the morning, you gaze at her endless beauty
But you won't bother to look past her skin
She gave up too easy when you told her you loved her
But you got what you wanted, although meaningless
.
Under the cocaine tree, the ropes are all dangling
You convince yourself it was her that saved you
And awake her again to unstrap all your dead weight
She will remain nameless to me, months to come
.
Wagons all wheeling, she pushes on
And gazes so nervous and your tight-bound hitch
And whispers her praying, she closes her lips
You break down, in sweating, she drives into the ditch
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