Rosa

she talks loud as hell, drinks like she might as well

smokes my cigarette just like it's her last

all kinds of out of key, she sings a lot like me

and it echoes back under the overpass downtown

she likes to watch the sun come up

but looks like she don't care if it ever does

says it almost always looks the same

screwing up her face she laughs

like her left eye ain't still black or anything

I think that's why I like her anyway

(one more) night to kill, (days that) leave us still

(waiting) on little more, pocket change and liquor stores

(she shakes) like anyone (strung out), she's almost done

(hoping) for something else less like this living

all I got is what you see

a beat up face and a world full of enemies

tying off her arm she jokes

I would trade this all for one more hit of dope

It's easy when you're high as this and drunk as shit

to make it another day

I think that's why I'm still here anyway

(one more) night to kill, (days that) leave us still

(waiting) on little more, pocket change and liquor stores

(she shakes) like anyone (strung out), she's almost done

(hoping) for something else less like this living

It sure gets fucking lonely living like the only way to go is out