Good Grief

And you stand so tall in your head
I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead
And I dreamt that I'm feeling cold
But enough's
Enough, my heart is sunk and it feels
Like 16, like a magazine
Like I'm undo it

A husk in my bed
And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes are red
And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
You're alive until you own the sin and it feels
Like 18, like a guillotine
Like I'm

Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know

Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchy skin, my aching body

Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice

Inside my home, a shaking crawl
And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn
And again, a fleeting thought is formed
But at five is gone, the TV's on
And I dream
Of release
And the tears ease
And I feel

Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone
I don't care about things that I'm too young to know

Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing
Itchy skin, my aching body
Good grief your own creation
Lost for words, I find my patience
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice

Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
Feeling like my brain is rolling
Right in the heated moment
Up for grabs but never notice