Tempest

Wishing I could tell you what was really on my mind

Wasn't so sincere as I was wasting breath and daylight

'Cause damn it could I hear the whining siren call of night

I used to go walking, crawling through that tiny door

I would pay to hear the way I used to through the floor

The neighbors, though asleep, I thought might hear me if I screamed

Retribution lacked a certain flavor that I craved

Who spends all their money on a monkey in a cage

Who spends their time thinking about how good girls behave