Lyrics No Name #4 - Elliott Smith

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's smelled like old cigarettes and pine
In her bag, I saw things
She drew when she was nine, like this one here
Her alone nobody near what a shame let's 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 into the ground
I was ready to hide
'Cos 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