27 April 2012
She's only eighteen. Cheap ciggarette smoke washed down with caffeine. Bed's a mess, cant keep the house clean. Heads a mess, time to grow up Christine.
Packed your bags and set sail to London. Watch your backs this girls a shotgun. She wanted excitement, escape the humdrum.
Christine I'll still be waiting in the hotel room with 12 roses and some posh perfume.
Christine I'll be waiting at the end of the line with gloom filled eyes and cheap red wine.
Christine it's time to grow up...Before you blow up.
She's only eighteen. Time to run, she wants a new scene. Heads a mess can't keep her nose clean. Pack your bags go back to to Georgia. Watch your backs this girl's a brawler. Changed your mind, but your heads preset. Call your folks, but you're not done yet.
Christine. I'll be waiting at the airport with a fresh suitcase and a kind thought.
Christine it's time to go back. You want to go home. And we both know that.
Christine's Song • Opuss № I