Shapes I Know

Every day the bus comes and I start to lose it
 All the other kids stop making out when I sit down
 Staring at the TV in his socks, she leans in
 Tying up her bath robe in the dark of the early morning
 Blow my breath out on the window
 Use a finger to fill in the frame
 With shapes I know
 The road is slick with snow
 And the grocery store is closed
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 Yuppies in the prefabs holding hands at midnight
 Fuckers in their fast cars trading head by moonlight
 Finger in the buck knife in my bag from grandad
 Jacking up the rent all down my block so I don't feel that bad
 Blow my breath out on the window
 In the cruiser with the lights off
 The station looks the same
 The night clerk calls my name
 And the phone accepts my change
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 Emily decides she's staying home this evening
 Mama doesn't like that kind of lip, she's steaming
 Caught cutting up the dress Aunt Julie bought from Boscov's
 Back of daddy's hand on Christmas Eve in the moonlit garage
 Blows her breath out on the window
 
 Use her finger to fill in the frame
 With shapes she knows
 The road is slick with snow
 And the grocery store is closed