Lyrics Cheetah Print Bag - McCafferty

Cheetah Print Bag

A child’s arms were so thin that they look like sticks
I bet that Jesus Christ will think the crucifix was funny
I wonder if he tells a story at all of his parties
The ones in heaven that I’ll never get to see, motherfucker
Rain, pour down on my face
I taste blood and it tastes good
His casket was open
In the ground, he went
I’ll let you suck my soul from my mouth into your heart
At one point we were two separate bodies, but now one that will never part
I could feel the anger that’s stuck in the ocean floor from the ship
I can’t escape the feeling that I’m drowning deep down in the pits
Love note that she left in her locker
If I could, I would make you mine
Caress, all lit with color
We’re dead, but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by candles
Spirits, can you hear my cry
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder
My mom died around this time
Last year she was drunk and was angry
Like her mother was too
I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel
And bought me those balloons
And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink
Come on mom, come on mom, you don’t need a drink, oh
Rain, pour down on my face
I taste blood and it tastes good
His casket was open
In the ground, she went
Love note that she left in her locker
If I could, I would make you mine
Caress, all lit with color
We’re dead, but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by candles
Spirits, can you hear my cry
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder
My mom died around this time
Last year she was drunk and was angry
Like her mother was too
I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel
And bought me those balloons
And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink
Come on mom, come on mom, you don’t need a drink, oh
Love note that she left in her locker
If I could, I would make you mine
Caress, all lit with color
We’re dead, but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by candles
Spirits, can you hear my cry
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder
My mom died around this time
«Hey, I wanted to call and tell you I had that dream again about you and dad
again when we used to live on Debbie Drive.
I was playing in the backyard with
Lou and thinking about that time when the climbed this pine tree and fell out
and hurt his arm.
I remember Isabella playing with Polly Pockets,
and I think about how horrible I was to her.
I wish I could go back in time
and drive to Blockbuster with mom and take that old road on Granger that deer
used to run across when it was foggy out.
I wish we could go fly kites at the
Achievement Center and ride our bikes around that lake I thought about drowning
myself in. I wish I could mow the yard again and see lady up at the window at
nothing, and I wish I could hear the doorbell ring when Blain would come over
and we would complain about how bored we were.
And I wish I wasn’t so lost in
my life right now.
I can’t seem to find peace in all this, but I want to.
I don’t know if God is listening, but if he is, I need your help.»