Kelly Songtext
von Songs of Soil

Your mother seemed so bitter
When she came to pick you up
While your father was out hunting
For something new to fuck
And how you mocked me dearly
Sunday afternoon
Anxiety was setting in
And monday′s coming soon
Your father's little angel
Throws flames into the air
And the clothes that you′ve stolen
Are the clothes you'd never wear


And wasted were our fathers
Past out on kitchen floors
The comfort of your presence
The comfort I adore
Last I heard dad had moved
Away from my old street
And you've become a teacher
At my old elementary
And yes I think of you at times
Do you ever think of me
In a time I do remember
I think of you Kelly