Time to Kill

A smoky fire behind the house.

The boys play a guitar with broken strings.

Why do they scream and yell?

The neighbors probably think I’m lost right now.

There’s smoke in my eyes, as I romanticize a different kind of life.

When’s the last time I read a book and fell asleep at nine? I’m fine.

Big sky, small house, silly girl.

Ohio’s on my mind.

Long day, short rain, take your pill.

It’s all fine, but there’s time to kill.

Time to kill.

I can’t afford the gas to leave.

My room is where I keep myself.

The sun it’s streaming in.

8 a.m.’s the time to stay in bed.

How far will I go? Today the town is busy doing nothing.

Cold shower water on the floor, the temperature is 89.

I’m fine, I’m doing fine.

Big sky, small house, silly girl.

Ohio’s on my mind.

Long day, short rain, take your pill.

It’s all fine, but there’s time to kill.

Time to kill.

At night I bike alone in the dark.

I didn’t expect that I could ever get this far.

I don’t know the names of these roads anymore.

I’m pushing down the pedals, wish that I could slam the door.

There aren’t lights out in the country.

I wish someone would come and find me.

The roads I took out here were windy.

I’ll give it time, I’ll give it time, it’ll be alright.

I’ll give it time, I’ll give it time, it’ll be alright.

Big sky, small house, silly girl.

Ohio’s on my mind.

Long day, short rain, take your pill.

It’s all fine, but there’s time to kill.

Time to kill…