Cursive - Billie Marten

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold There's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails And her mom calls out from an apartment balcony "Come on baby, your bath is ready! It's almost time for sleep!" And I wonder, who's the father... And I wonder what they call her... oh, Sierra Does her mother smoke or does she jog every morning? Does she drink when she thinks about me? Or doesn't she need to drink? Does she have a man who works a nine-to-five? Does he come home to kiss our young Sierra Tuck her in and say goodnight? And an extra kiss for Mama I want that kiss, that kid, that apartment I'm ready to settle down now So get that man out of my bed I want my daughter back now I wanna kiss her Tuck her in and say, "Goodnight My baby girl, Sierra" Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra I'll never know, know who you are and I don't deserve to Sierra, Sierra, Sierra, Sierra My little girl, we would've been so... oh, never mind But I'm ready to settle down now Yeah, I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind And I could be your carpenter And you could be my twinkling North Star over the desert sky

Dinner's getting cold -- You haven't touched a thing So what's it gonna be? I can hold out much longer than you When it's steady I'm just acting out my roles When you're ready I'll be walking out that door And don't call me Pretty Baby anymore, Oh, foolish worker bee -- I'm your fucking queen. I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With rose-blossomed bouquets, vanities and loveseats Sad little boy, I know you get confused But everyone goes through these trials of self-truth and self-abuse When you're selfless you're so hard not to adore When you're selfish, I just love you even more I want to help you, but you've got to say the words: "I want to be cured." Drowned... Deep in this hole we've dug for ourselves Throw me in -- headfirst, submerged in this great depression Impoverished, and Impotent... ...And Don't Call Me Pretty Baby I threw out the phone to try to get through to you The lines are down, drowned by the hum of the radiator This house is the hole that you could never fill With shattered dinner plates That's how we'll communicate Hey, Pretty Baby, are you ready for bed?

How do you sleep at night? We, we buried the hatchet right into my back and look what you've done The last one that's laughing, the last one that's standing is the one with the gun And I thought you were different But you kept a knife hidden in your silver tongue You buried the hatchet right into my back and now I'm slowly building up a throne From all the sticks and stones you have thrown But all your words still haunt me like a ghost, yeah mhm How do you sleep at night, night, night? You made your bed, now lie, lie, lie 'Cause you cut me in cursive I wear every word baby Look what you've done, oh How do you sleep at night, night, night? We're like a fox and a rabbit You're acting like Alice You're chasing me down With your proverbial damage I'm broken and branded and now I'm slowly building up my throne From all the sticks and stones that you have thrown But all your words still haunt me like a ghost, yeah, yeah How do you sleep at night, night, night? You made your bed, now lie, lie, lie 'Cause you cut me in cursive I wear every word baby Look what you've done, oh How do you sleep at night, night, night? When you were never fed love on a silver spoon You learn to lick it off knives, you do, you do When you were never fed love on a silver spoon You learn to lick it off knives, you do, you do How do you sleep at night, night, night? You made your bed, now lie, lie, lie 'Cause you cut me in cursive I wear every word baby Look what you've done, oh How do you sleep at night, night, night (how do you sleep at night?)