I called the law today,
My mothers husband isn't supposed to come our way,
They've been living a cold dark lie,
He's supposed to be in prison serving some time,
The last time he slammed her down,
Woke up to " call 911 now",
Everyone was asking me questions,
I was only fifteen in my moms possession,
That summer I was ruined,
Or was I saved by the drugs I found blooming?
I guess I'd like to die young,
Now sixteen and way too numb,
No teachers to save my life,
And every boy betrayed me once or twice,
Now I'm on the phone with the police,
I want to ask the lady " wont you take me away please?",
They say "we'll be there soon"
" Which way did he go is he in your room?"
Waiting in the rain,
Every rain drop revives my brain,
I've been a little high,
But It's only my way of getting by,
Hopefully the cops can't tell,
I don't really care just as well,
They say there's nothing they can do,
Call when I see him if only they knew,
I'm in a messed up place,
Only sixteen and dying today.
