Ruthy was born in New York City,
Sometime in the late nineteen-twenties
As a girl she was shy and pretty,
Now she's elderly and lives in New Jersey
It was in her early twenties,
When she first was married
Divorce wasn't on the table
So she put up with him, oh she put up with him
Until he drank himself to death,
In front of their two kids
In the hospital,
She promised them this wouldn't happen again
Ruthy, forget your pain
Some years later she was remarried,
Got carried away and had a couple babies
Half siblings brought on full resentment,
Of all these things they'd never understand
Like how to be a decent man,
How to be a sensitive person
When to listen, when to take a stand,
Oh, they'll never understand
Ruthy, forget your pain
Now it's a lifetime later,
Things are never getting better
You've been wasting away for years,
And it's time to pack it in
You lost your identity,
At the turn of the century
When you lost your independence,
You lost your will to live
Assisted living turns into hospice care,
Out of your head falls your teeth and your hair
Losing all of your weight, you're just skin and bones,
Waiting for a grave to call home
Antidepressants distract you from your pain,
Dementia has you forgetting names
If you have to forget everyone that you love,
Oh, I hope you forget your pain
Oh, I hope you forget your pain
Against Me!'s Laura Jane Grace steps out with a new band and a debut record of heartfelt songs encompassing classic rock, punk, and jangle. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2018