Trish Songtext
von Quiet Commotion

Trish sat by the stairs, waiting patiently
To get away from this dead end town
She knew the body given to her
Wasn′t hers to claim anyway


There's nothing here that you′ll miss

Trish had tried to sleep, waiting patiently
To be someone, someone that isn't her
She wrote bad songs for nobody else
To hear, she knew they were no good

Waiting to be a star stuck in a cloud of smoke