"Dear Sister" lyrics

"Dear Sister"

My sister Mary Lee is drunk again
She's bargin' in my room and bawlin' on my bed
With eyes just like cups
She pours just enough for the two of us
Until it's me and Mary Lee just cursin' at our luck
Even though I don't care all that much

The days keep gettin' shorter
It's been ten months of winter
It's been a rough year on everyone, I know
It's just one thing after another
When you truly believe nothing gets better
But I wish that you'd just let it all go

Mary Lee is in the front yard
She's takin' off with our used car
For once I'm not the one bidding goodbyes
Her steering wheel's an ashtray
Her cassette deck plays my demo tapes
And she lends us all a cheap farewell
But I know that she means well

You finally got away
A cure will come in another place
At least that's what you told me
But your head goes along with you
And with everything that you do
And if you hate it now, you'll hate it again
Mary Lee, don't you see that it's all in your head?
All in your head

Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home


Writer(s): Courtney Marie Andrews
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