Kathleen from Just Kidding by Box of Matches

I miss the way her kisses taste
The nights she used to shine
Through my window

I never believed she could leave me be
No one could have told me
I’d miss the feeling someday

But just like the birds
And just like the bees
Just like you and just like me
She goes away

I was weeping on the interstate
Chewing on my fingers
Screaming at my steering wheel
Screaming my way out

I was weeping on the interstate
Chewing on my fingers
Screaming at my steering wheel
Screaming my way out of here

Where the dead walk around casually
The living are either dead or dying

I miss the way her kisses taste
The nights when you were a stranger in Placerville
Before you moved to silence me
And mute the strings she plucks at constantly

I miss the way her kisses taste
The nights she used to shine through my window

Kathleen went into surgery
And she put her dirty mark on me again
Hello old friend

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