Testo Madeline

I don't think she had a plan
Just wanted to be broken from that broken man
So every answer she left in July
Slow talk for a fast goodbye
I don't think he cared too much
Little private school boy, never gave a fuck
All he ever needed was a rut
Some warm thing to feel like love
Well, she's got leather on her shoulders now
She's been playing in a bar downtown
Don't you waste it on a lazy crowd
Madeline

I don't think she liked the noise
Liquor-covered pavements and that smokey voice
Wondering if she'll play a song he knows
Big chin and a hook too slow
On a bus to Saint Louis
Trading books with strangers in their seventies
Hoping she might honor their mistakes
Might cherish her own someday
Well, she's got tattoos on her shoulders now
She's been sleeping on the old man's couch
Don't you trade it for a big white house
Madeline

I don't think she had a plan
Little girls and anger always dance their dance
Even with no growing pains at all
Those shoes can still feel small

Well, she's got addicts round her shoulders now
And they've been saving for the first [?]
Don't you waste it on a one-way down
Madeline

Madeline