Seatbelt Hands - Listener

She's the kind of lady that calls everybody baby
Honey
Sugar
Sweetie
She's always making friends
And she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skin
She always starts with a smile
It's small and butter yellow
But easier than a handshake
Doesn't like her hands touched
She tans alot
Gets burnt alot
Smoking through the cartons
But then gets put out so much
She's considered a bargain
She was born on the fourth of July with her hand on her heart
Loves america
And being patronized
No one ever told her to guard her heart
She was an angel for halloween once
But never again
And for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons
They always tell her they love her
She used to believe in innocence until she lost it
And spent a long summer
Riding the trains
She has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane
Watching tv in her favorite chair
Both of which are rented
She's alone
And surrounds herself with loners
Her life is a loan
Lent out to anyone who will own her
Waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet
While she mops the bathroom floor
Hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right
But they're both a gamble and she's been a loser all her life
And if she had a nickel for every time she's been punched and kicked
She'd put it together with her camel cash
Try to buy some happiness
They always tell her they love her
But then they take something from her
She would always show us her dreams
They were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tight
Scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterflies
She's got love in her heart for her babies
And hope in her mind for tomorrow
And blood on her hands that only she sees
Holding the last bit of time that's borrowed
But you never know where that heart has been
And we'll never know how hard it's been
I wanna cut open my chest and let her in
But that won't fix what needs to mend
And she stands there unlit cigarette in hand
Filling up that empty hole with anything that'll pour
Insides hanging out like a flare
Warning
There's beauty in that pain
Can you see it
She's crashing through life with seat belt hands
One accident away from a miracle
And there's an honesty there
But I can't take it all in
She hides the worst of it in the wrinkles
That's the ache you get when there's no where else to go
And she's got no where else to go
She doesn't want to go there
So I promise I'll go with her
I promise I'll go with her