Good Grief

And you stand so tall in your head
 I'll erase it all, 'til you're dead
 And I dreamt that I'm feeling cold
 But enough's
 Enough, my heart is sunk and it feels
 Like 16, like a magazine
 Like I'm undo it
 A husk in my bed
 And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes are red
 And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
 You're alive until you own the sin and it feels
 Like 18, like a guillotine
 Like I'm
 Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone
 I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
 Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
 Feeling like my brain is rolling
 Like underneath my clothing
 Itchy skin, my aching body
 Good grief your own creation
 Lost for words, I find my patience
 Right in the heated moment
 Up for grabs but never notice
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 Inside my home, a shaking crawl
 And her eyes, do roll and sheets get torn
 And again, a fleeting thought is formed
 But at five is gone, the TV's on
 And I dream
 Of release
 And the tears ease
 And I feel
 Kicked out of home, mama dead and alone
 I don't care about things that I'm too young to know
 Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
 Feeling like my brain is rolling
 Like underneath my clothing
 Itchy skin, my aching body
 Good grief your own creation
 Lost for words, I find my patience
 Right in the heated moment
 Up for grabs but never notice
 Rusted stove top, kettle boiling
 Feeling like my brain is rolling
 Right in the heated moment
 Up for grabs but never notice