"Journey to the Center of the Eart" as written by and Laura Anne Stevenson....
A can o' cola, an unfilled bathtub
For dirty bodies and storing empties

The landline's naggin'
The mail is scattered on the floor
And through a keyhole of a triple-bolted door
It's melodrama, it's confused chemicals
It's dirty laundry, it's empty styrofoam

The Giants won and all the firecracker shells are littering the street
And I don't give a shit
My shoes ran off somewhere, and I haven't even cared to organize a search
My ball of nerves
Don't mistake me
I'll refuse you if you choose to track me down
And don't you make me leave without wishing you well til I return from my brief sojourn to the center of the Earth
As far as I tell you, it's not as bad as all of that
And I promise not to be reckless
Oh, heart of mine, heart of mine
It's your face that brings me back every time

It's dirty laundry, it's empty stryofoam


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