The Rides - For Science

I’m a big girl, I’m a grown man

I’ve got a sharp mind, I never made plans

Look at us, we’re eating rice and beans

Like we’re not totally dependent

Because we want CDs, gas, drugs, and DVDs

We’ve got true appetites to feed

She’s been, been back, back home

Ten days, still no word, I haven’t seen her face

Oh, let me just see that face

Stomach aches have kept me wide awake

I never saw her pretty face

This ain’t no cry for help, it’s a suicide

The lines will never live up to the rides

I’d clean like psycho moms

I’d scream like all their kids

I’d go to town right now

If I could only write it down

There’s not a single spec of filth

In this entire house

Not a single word

That qualifies the here and now