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