Hey montana

Hey montana take your daughter back, From the bathrooms of Angeles Vall. She believes in destiny Her names always misspelled Waitressing to pay the rent Drinks to quell the smell Of people breathing way too close, Folks who don't mean well No one sees the color of your eyes No one sees your smile No one knows the secrets that you hide No one sees you cry She parks her car two blocks away, from apartment 15A She walks with somber in her step and scores doing the way Blue's you hue you tiny thing Dropping patrons wine Singing to you own sad song Two feet stuck in the mire Hey montana take your daughter back It's clear she needs your care These bustling Streets are icy veins of a beast who snuffs her prayer Her bones and the truth show through