One waitress outside of

Phone booth, South Carolina

Sits, keeps killing time

Rolls her eyes, roll of dimes.



Speak of this sick surrounding sin

Tears me from limb to limb with hand

I don't know how to let it go

This far away from home.



One word was mistaken.

Context that it was taken from

Write it down, it must be sound

It must be true.



I hope you can hear me

My only sanctuary asked,