Parking Lots - The Juliana Hatfield Three

they cut you open to get at your heart

sounds like a metaphor for something but it’s not

like a bad memory lodged in your mind

with your eyes taped shut, a metaphor for blind

when you were coming out roads were closing up

fugitive kindness and love like raindrops

it was so much more than the physical

na na na na na na na na na na na

don’t break down ‘til you get to the parking lot

keep it together until you’re in your car

betrayed by the promise of a child

that took away half your smile

this is not where you thought you’d ever be

when you finally made the move to leave

so many questions still remain

so many metaphors for pain

they cut you open to get at your heart

sounds like a metaphor for something but it’s not

like a bad memory lodged in your mind

with your eyes taped shut a metaphor for blind

when you were coming out roads were closing up

figitive kindness and love just like raindrops

it was so much more than the physical

na na na na na na na na na na na na

don’t break down ‘til you get to the parking lot

keep it together ‘til you’re safe in your car

betrayed by the promise of a child

that took away half your smile

this is not where you thought you’d ever be

when you finally made the move to leave

so many questions still remain

so many metaphors for pain

i can’t cry

when i’m singing

open my eyes

made something blah blah

petrified

of the touch you want so much

do you believe in destiny

honey i know i’m not easy to please

can you explain this urge to run

honey i know i’m not easy to love

oh i gotta reach just a little bit higher

or maybe somebody can set me on fire

with paper and branches and fuel and matches or a lighter

do you believe in destiny

honey i know i’m not easy to please

can you explain my urge to run

honey i know i’m not easy to love