It's Not Fair - Screaming Females

White dress is our tipping point

Let our whispers pass anywhere they want to go

I’m resting in your rocking chair

I can hear you scream anywhere you want to go

I’m pinned to the open road with a love so divine I can’t bear

I’m pinching a nerve it’s not fair

I like times staring at white lines

When I miss my chance to go anywhere I want to go

The slipping past when I miss my chance to go anywhere