In A Parked Car, Exhuming Ophelia Lyrics

Turn signal blink is what you're waiting for
Some little sleep, and one less
pitiful excuse for being young

and in love
on the crescent of a hillside
drinking, car parked, in the backseat
thinking "really, she's not angry
anymore."

I fell asleep behind the driver door
She's learning how to speak, and she loves
everyone who wants to be so young

and in love,
on the crescent of a hillside,
where she's burning up her room,
and Dad just doesn't understand her
anymore.

and we got drunk in the back seat of my car,
just one more thing that we took way too far.
and didn't I tell you not to try so hard,
so hard to think.
Try too hard to think.
So please wake me.

To be so young and in love
on the crescent of a hillside
drinking, car parked, in the backseat
thinking "really, she's not angry,"
be so young and in love,
on the crescent of a hillside,
where she's burning up her room,
and Dad just doesn't understand,
be so young and in love,
on the crescent of a hillside,
where she's burning up her room,
and Dad just doesn't understand her
anymore.