Good Grief - Spacey Jane

And you stand so tall in your head

I’ll erase it all until you’re dead

And regret that I didn’t call

But enough’s enough, my heart is sunk

And it feels

Like sixteen

Like a magazine

Like I’m undoing

A husk in my bed

And I drive, it’s dusk, my eyes all red

And a short, a fleeting thought comes in

You’re alive until you own the sin

And it feels

Like eighteen

Like a guillotine

Like I’m

Kicked out of home, mama, ten 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

Itchin' skin, my aching body

Good grief, your own creation

Lost for words, I find my patience

Like in the heated moment

Up for grabs but never noticed

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, it’s gone, the TV’s on

And I dream

Of release

And the tears ease

And I feel

Kicked out of home, mama, ten 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

Itchin' skin, my aching body

Good grief, your own creation

Lost for words, I find my patience

Like in the heated moment

Up for grabs but never noticed

Rusted stove top, kettle boiling

Feeling like my brain is rolling

Like in the heated moment

Up for grabs but never noticed