Aconite

Wolfsbane on mother's grave
You shouldn't take advice from Peter Pan

Buttercups and silver spoons
Happy hallways, always toxic fumes

When your jeans get too tight
Though you've worn them since the seventh grade

Middle school crushes, inappropriate touches
It's all too much for me to withstand

I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite

Antibiotics, antipsychotics
Anything to make the spinning stop

A c+ in chemistry, a break from reality
Yet I can't keep my eyes from opening up

Standing with your toes on the yellow line
And for some reason, the train passes you by

Constructively criticized, traveling with blurred eyes
And I take another breath nonetheless

I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite

I try to pick up all my pieces off the concrete
The tears I shed in my school bathroom don't end up too discrete
So, try and try again to numb all that pain
'Cause it is my aconite
Everything's aconite



Credits
Writer(s): Caitlin Wong
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