Sugar

On the Vermont Transit bus

I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun

Going somewhere older than I was

Strapped into something tight

Keeping me small

I dug into you like rock climbing

Too scared of coming down

Too scared of going up

Too scared of rock face

I should of split my sides

Or spilled my guts

Or hit you or something

But I was good

And your father's little pancakes

So round and perfect

And me sitting up too straight

Laughing in wrong places

Kissing you

Kissing up

Kissing too soon

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?

And when you got me pregnant I stopped the party

And I stopped the typewriter

And I stopped your dumb ball game in the red barn

And I stopped your father and bled instead

And I felt the lie

Aah, something sticky on the inside

A bitter wind in my throat

Oh, stopping me wanting

In my stomach

In my head

And you said

Sugar, sugar, you couldn't come come

Sugar, sugar, without your mother mother

Sugar, sugar, you couldn't taste it

Sugar, sugar, in my throat

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?

Sugar, sugar, you couldn't come come

Sugar, sugar, without your mother mother

Sugar, sugar, you couldn't taste it

Sugar, sugar, in my throat

You couldn't, you couldn't taste it

You, you, you couldn't taste it

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the morning comes where will I go?

Ooh, ooh, when the cock crows

When the love is gone where will I go?