B lank p age was a ll the r age
never m eant to s ay an ything
in b ed I was h alf d ead
tired of d reami ng of re st
got d ressed drove the s tate l ine
l ooking f or you at the five and d ime stop s ign
told me to s tay at h ome told me y ou were n ot al one
B lank P age was a ll the r age
never m eant to h urt a nyone
in b ed i was h alf d ead
tired of d reami ng of re st
y ou haven't c hanged y ou're still the s ame
m ay you r ise as you f all
y ou were e asy you w ere f orgotten
y ou are the w ays of my m istake
I catch the r ainfall t hrough the l eaking roof
t hat you h ad left b ehind
y ou remind m e of that l eak i n my s oul
t he rain f alls my f riends c all
l eaking r ain on the p hone
t ake a d ay plant some t rees
may they s hade you from m e
may your c hildren play b eneath
B lank p age was a ll the r age
never m eant to s ay anyt hing
in b ed i was h alf d ead
tired of d reami ng of re st
got d ressed drove the s tate l ine
looking f or yo u at the five and di me
but there I w as pi cking pi eces up
y ou are a g host of my i ndecis ion
n o more l ittle girl