I am fourteen
Wrapped in a white sheet
Rains coming through the window
The moon lands on my feet
I am pale green
I think she laced it with pcp
I feel like Im in hell now
I want my dad
I want my dad
I am somewhere far from seeing seeing seeing
And look at me now
Its seven in the morning
Youre dreaming where its storming
I miss you
I miss you without warning
I am somewhere far from seeing