Dashboard
I am the girl with one hundred faces
And I have reserved one for you
Lips upturned and smirking while my eyes are working
To get that filthy skin off of you
With my feather and crook I was helping you move
Onto pastures much greener than you ever knew
I was thinking of you
And how you would look trapped between the pages of this book
Dried flowers replaced by brittle bones oh, no, no
No I’ve debated for quite some time and there’s not a thing we wouldn’t do
To keep to keep these little pieces of you
With a million people to offer what I got
I’ll give you a bird or two
Not that you deserve it, not even sure you’re worth it
But what else could I do?
I was thinking of you
And how you would feel trapped behind the eyes you couldn’t steal
The rubble lies above your mind unbroken
More is pouring down, who cares if ya drown?
We’ll save your skin to keep another piece, another piece of you
And in the stars I can read things you won’t like
Or would you rather I lied to keep you feeling special
I didn’t mean anything by it just let it go
I swear I’ll tell you what I think, your voice it’s grating
Over me soon I’ll be able to taste your weary sighs,
I promise this will not be a surprise
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it direct action, and then
She lost my grandpa’s medicine,
My water bill was late,
She shredded wedding invitations
And she did not hesitate.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
We didn’t know if it was crickets or tinnitus that kept her up at night.
But don’t we all know that feeling in those lonely hours when something isn’t right?
Call it fate, call it karma, call it anything but boredom.
I mean that’s what it is, but no need to put too fine a point on it.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She called it a Saturday well spent.
She threw out my aunt’s thank you notes
And spat upon the census,
She delivered all our love letters
But to the wrong addresses.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She tampers with forever stamps,
Covered envelopes with gum,
Rubs together eager hands,
She’s only just begun!
And just about three days ago
Our Peggy lost her job.
Better pay for overnight
For it won’t be long…
But who could ever tell what might set her off?
It changes every time.
The one thing that we can tell you all for sure is that you’ll be fine,
But for those of us stuck here it’s just a simple fact of life.
It’s just another day with our local postal parasite.
So we sigh!
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
She thinks the task is just her bent.
She ignores the fragile stickers
And throws packages about,
She signs her name on each petition so that there can be no doubt:
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.
Peggy Sue stole the mail truck again.