Goth

I drew a picture of the dead girl by the water
Her lips were blue, it made the news, she was a toddler

I felt so sick hearing the tremble in the father
She wandered off, into the moss,
Green like his jumper

You have no idea how often
These things happen
I guess it's obvious, eventually it happens
You crush a bird between your hands, to know its pain
Try to be kind with how you bury its remains

But when we collide
With Andromeda
In 3.75
Billion years
She'll be wide awake
In another form
Indifferent and unafraid
That her body's gone

I stole pen, BECAUSE it looked just like a finger
From the receptionist, in the emergency ward
I got a talking to, they said I should know better
We really gotta geta smarta way tah teach these kids

The way thing's is

But when we collide
With Andromeda
In 3.75
Billion years
I'll be wide awake
In another form
Indifferent and unafraid
That my body's gone