Текст песни
He likes me best when the lights are low
When the motel blinds cut stripes across my skin
Says I look pretty when I cry
So I don't wipe the tears, I let them win
There's a sadness in my bones
That he mistakes for poetry
I let him write all over me
With hands that don't know how to hold
Just how to hold me down
In this forgotten town
His truck smells like gasoline and her
The one before me, the one before her too
I find blonde hair on the passenger seat
I don't say nothing, what's the use
There's a sadness in my bones
That he mistakes for poetry
I let him write all over me
With hands that don't know how to hold
Just how to hold me down
In this forgotten town
Sometimes I drive to the edge of the county
Where the cell service dies and the stars get loud
I think about leaving, I think about staying
Then I drive back home to him anyway
Mama calls on Sundays, asks if I'm happy
I say yes, it's easier than no
She doesn't know I learned to lie
From the best teacher I'll ever know
There's a sadness in my bones
That he mistakes for poetry
I let him write all over me
With hands that don't know how to hold
Just how to hold me down
In this forgotten town
One day I'll leave
But not today
Today I'll let him watch me cry
And pretend it's okay
