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