Pale Green

I am fourteen

Wrapped in a white sheet

Rain's coming through the window

The moon lands on my feetI am pale green

I think she laced it with pcp

I feel like I'm in hell now

I want my dad

I want my dad

I am somewhere far from seeing seeing seeingAnd look at me now

It's seven in the morning

You're dreaming where it's storming

I miss you

I miss you without warning

I am somewhere far from seeing