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 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