No Name #4

For a change she got out before he hurt her bad Took her records and clothes And pictures of her boy It really made her sad Packed it up and didn't look back I'm okay lets just forget all about him The car was cold and it smelled like old cigarettes and pine In her bag I saw things she drew when she was mine Like this one here Her alone nobody near What a shame lets just not talk about it No it doesn't look like you But you did wear cowboy boots That's your fame There's no question about it Once we got back inside With one ear to the ground I was ready to hide 'Cause I don't know who's around And you look scared It's our secret do not tell okay? Let's just not talk about it Don't tell okay? Let's just forget all about it --- No Name #4 - Elliott Smith