And though you'd rather see me gone then to see there come the day, I'll be waiting for you anyway - Elliott Smith

She appears composed
So she is, I suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll

I met a girl, snowball in hell she was hard and as cracked as the liberty bell.

I'm looking at a hand full of broken plans
And I'm tired of playing it down
You just want her to do anything to you
There ain't nothing you won't allow
You wake up in the middle of the night
From a dream you won't remember flashing on like a cop's light
You say she's waiting and I know what for
The white lady loves you more