Crater Lake - Liz Phair

Once you’ve left a lonely rage on its own, it grows

And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn’t smoke until it blows…

And oh, all the tears

In four tiny years

Well look at me, I’m frightening my friends…

You better roll me…

I bought a map of the moon

There’s a crater with my name on it and a really good view

There I was, getting drunk in your room

Because I wanted to throw my weight around

And oh, all the tears

In four tiny years

Oh look at me, I’m frightening my friends…

You better roll me home (x 3)