In Kind

Well I must have saw a girl who looked like myself
 White cheeked and bleak, knowing all the answers
 Your freckles remind that a God is kind
 White cheeked and bleak, knowing all the answers
 And is it a problem when you see through everything
 But candy spills upon it when the lip suggests the mourning
 There's no cat upon your bed and no Mom to pet your head
 Sometimes i think of how nice it would be
 To pop out of the womb again, to be fresh and white again
 Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
 To take a nap without feeling I wasted my day again
 See what's going on
 Left my conscience, suffocation
 See the mad side in my bald eyes
 Left my conscience in quotations
 Said just what they wanted to say it isn't true