More desert highways in the heart of a 12 year-old
Who can't spot misdirection, can't risk more disconnection
Two kids, Mom and Dad, monsoon out backseat glass
More rain than the cloud can hold
I see you
The storm blows into a flood, then disappears
The thirsty desert floor drinks it in
Miles down below the skin, endless hidden reservoirs
What difference would it make
If I could be real with you?
I desperately don't want to move to Lake Havasu
Bred to believe, taught to obey, hеard the call and moved away
I prayed and criеd and cried and prayed, still pissed off, still in pain
Still keep it hid and grit my teeth like you showed me
Still hope it's not too late for someone to know me
What difference would it make
If I could be real with you?
I desperately don't want to move to Lake Havasu
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