Elliott Smith

Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring
Do you know who's you're talking to?
No, and I don't care who
She whispered quiet terror news
He didn't give a hoot
Said do what you have to do
All she had to do was speak
Mouthpiece to cheek
Please say no more
I'm lying here on the ground
A strip of wet concrete
Her name was just a broken sound
A struffle step you hear when you're falling down
Killing time won't stop this crying