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Nov 142010
 

by
Hope Houghton


well, you’ve got to believe me
we’re riding in the wrong car again
peggy was always so wonderfully honest
except when she needed to survive for one more day


she talks to me in the backseat
you know that i’m slipping away again
it’s the wall street wednesday wrestler
he wants me to try harder to fight back


well, you’ve got to believe me
we’re riding in the wrong car again
she whispers as she rubs her thin pale arms
mr. cul-de-sac tries so hard to be truthful
as much as his prudish wife will allow
till he needs me some more this week


and she shivers as the sunrise hits her
stuffing her cold hands under her legs
she cries that she’s slipping away again
staring down at her stained red dress
remembering the high school teacher
who thought he could teach her something new
peggy laughs as she tells me there is nothing new


well, you’ve got to believe me
we’re riding in the wrong car again
she shouts back to me as she leaves the car
putting on her black leather raincoat
on her way to meet sam the dentist
he likes her to drown for him on sundays
she hopes one day she can be honest
but she knows she’s slipped too far away