guppy
It's less than a person
But more than I expected
It's hard to imagine
A world where this can't happen
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
It's not the worst, to die in your shirt
...it's not the worst (I'd be a part of you)
It's a tragedy, ignored results
and she wishes for some ease to her suffering heart
Last words swerve fast I called your name
But my voice too small to hear now
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
But more than I expected
It's hard to imagine
A world where this can't happen
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
It's not the worst, to die in your shirt
...it's not the worst (I'd be a part of you)
It's a tragedy, ignored results
and she wishes for some ease to her suffering heart
Last words swerve fast I called your name
But my voice too small to hear now
I stand three inches from the ground
My tiny feet don't make a sound
I fit right in your pocket
My hands too small to use your phone,
Can't call for help, we're stuck alone
Your car is burning
No power left to pull you out
Smoke billows in from the engine
There's no way I can save us now
Oh please wake up, please wake up,
I can't open the door, my tiny arms aren't enough
I guess I'll burn
In your pocket crematorium
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Writer(s): Benjamin Friars-funkhouser
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