Hannah Marcus Stripdarts
When you got clean you took your loot
And sunk it into dragon fruit
You sunk it into dragon fruit
So now you have to become a desert farmer
You cover up the rows with tarps
So let the brutal sun won't scorch their tender hearts
This desert heat is like a knife
It cuts right through the layers of your life
And in this desert there's a bar
Where every afternoon they all play strip darts
I see you in the corner drinking water
Hey, I'm sorry that I read your diary
But you sure loved that girl it seemed to me
The things I read, the things you said
I never even said
I never even said
I never ever said to no one
But just when you think your love's in vain
Look out here comes the desert rain
Look out here it comes