Little boys at waterfalls I'd take off both my feet and crawl To get your head out of my bed And wash your makeup off my head You'll eat too much and then get sick Your stepdad always was a dick He never really liked my hair And wouldn't let you go I swear I've almost cut it short by now A thousand times You won't get out These same old roads cast in the dark I'll meet you midnight at the park We'll talk about the broken world And how you'll always be my girl The simple things that make it work A broken knee, the way you were with