Painted lips stain my cheeks
Tears are falling across the paper
Letters jumping off their lines
Running away from the words that don't mean
Nothing to you
Hanging down in shorty town
Shorty for all the long drawn out
Broken hearts, wire and glue
What would it be if I could only mean
Something to you
Clothes pins hanging on the line
From the back yard I hear you cryin
Sewing needles, patchwork quilts
Oh mama it's your heart that should mean
Everything to you