The child’s arms were so thin that they looked like sticks
I bet that Jesus Christ would think the crucifix was funny
I wonder if he tells that story at his parties, the ones in heaven that I’ll never get to see

Motherfucker

Rain pour down on my face, I taste blood, and it tastes good
His casket was open in the ground he went.

I let you suck my soul from my mouth into your heart at one point we were two separate bodies, but now one that’ll never part
I can feel the anchor that’s stuck in the ocean floor from this ship I can’t escape this feeling that I’m drowning deep down in the pit


Love note that she left in her locker, If I could, I would make you mine
Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry?
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time last year, she was Drunk and was angry Like her mother was too
I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel and bought me those balloons
And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink
Come on mom , Come on mom, you don't need a drink


Rain pour down on my face

I taste blood and it tastes good his casket was open in the ground she went


Love note that she left in her locker, if I could, I would make you mine
Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry?
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time last year, she was drunk and was angry like her mother was too
I remember when she took me on the Ferris wheel and bought me those balloons
And I remember the way her face looked when she would tell me she needed a drink
Come on mom, come on mom, you don't need a drink
Love note that she left in her locker, if I could, I would make you mine
Carousel lit with color, we’re dead but we feel fine
Dark room that is lit by a candle, spirits can you hear my cry?
Cheetah print bag on her shoulder, my mom died around this time


Hey, I wanted to call and say I had a dream about you and dad when we used to live on Debbie drive. I was playing in the back yard with Lou and thinking about that time when Nathaniel climbed those pine trees and fell out and hurt his arm. I remember Isabella playing with Polly pockets and I think about how horrible I was to her. I wish I could go back in time and drive to Blockbuster with mom and take that old road on Granger that deer ran across when it was foggy out. I wish We could go fly kites at the Achievement Center and ride our bikes around that lake I thought about drowning myself in. I wish I could mow the yard again and see Lady up in the window barking at nothing, and I wish I could hear the doorbell ring when Lane would come over and we’d complain about how bored we were, and I wish I wasn’t so lost in my life right now. I can’t seem to find peace in all this, but I want to. I don’t know if God is listening but if he is I need help