Angela - Intellectual

I walked out of the party, to the freshly fallen snow

All lit up like a motion light, making all my feelings show

A couple of miles to my parent's house, a couple of words to pass

A couple of trips up the attic stairs, laid down underneath a sky of fiberglass

I came to as the sun came up, dust dancing around my head

I could not face the questions waiting with the buttered bread

So I started sifting through boxes, school vacations and birthdays

When I found a still-sealed letter from 1992, the fifteenth day of May

And it said