Styrofoam

She has a wall made of Styrofoam
She's a Catholic girl from a Catholic home
She stares into the space of her computer screen
Schizo between hyper and fatigue
She's rarely less than an hour late
We both have learned I'm willing to wait
She's not insane, I'm a little surprised
That there aren't many clouds floating in her eyes

I declare this our private little park
Snow is falling after dark
It's not a secret but it's one I'll keep
For bad, bad people doing bad, bad things

For a girl who dreams of John Cusack
She's got a lot of Satanists and lumberjacks
She says it's not a pattern
She just might be right
But she'll never take her own advice
She is not alone
She is on her phone
She is the unknown, she will drive me home
She is the unknown, she will drive me home

I declare this our private little park
Snow is falling after dark
It's not a secret but it's one I'll keep
For bad, bad people doing bad, bad things

I declare this our private little park
Snow is falling after dark
It's not a secret but it's one I'll keep
For bad, bad people doing bad, bad things