Blonde Hair

You hum along to the sound of a car alarm
You count the bruises that tattoo your arm
They look the same as the stains
On the mattress where you sleep
Close your eyes and grind your teeth

Your blonde hair all done up in knots
Like when you were a kid
Before your love was lost
I spoke to your brother
He says there's still love
But enough is enough

You do what you want
And you forget the rest
You call that progress

Remember those nights
Where we'd drive all night
You trace the outline of a heart
Into your thigh
We'd put our favorite album on
But the whole disc skips
You hum along
To the roar of the rumble strip

Your blonde hair all done up in knots
Like when you were a kid
Before your love was lost
I spoke to your mother
One last time
A week before she died

You do what you want
And you forget the rest
You call that progress

I'm done
I'm done
I'm done