JB (12/06/1990 / Missoula, MT)

Cold Shower

Your parents would fight
and they looked down on you.
You could hear them at night,
every word that they threw.

It made a scar on your heart,
and an ache in your soul.
finally tore you apart
and you lost all control.

(Chorus) Let the cold of the water run over your hands
you've had this planned, but they won't understand.
Let the blade of the razor be still in your hands,
And your friend's scream rang through the night.

You lie under a cross
that girl's friendship was proved.
She cried for her loss,
although you never moved.

You're six feet underground
and the preacher prays.
That girl won't make a sound
for a number of days.

(Chorus) Let the cold of the water run over your hands
your pain is a man's, still above you he stands.
Let the blade of the razor be still in your hands,
so you don't have to hear them fight.

Now it's peace and quiet, every night.

(fade out) No, you don't have to hear them fight.

by Jesse Bauer

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