Looking out the window
Sitting here in my pretty white nightgown
Ugly thoughts grip and slide
Hooks in my head and in my fingers
In my house, near the middle of the street
Outside, itâ??s raining
The hands of the devil
Slip through the cracks in the glass
Aching, suffocating breaths of cold sweet air
Creep towards me, from the middle of the street
I run free as a spirit, into the rain
White nightgown flapping at my knees
Just to hear the trees singing once moreâ?¦
With this razor here in my hand
Cold and narrow, in the middle of the street
The chilling downward shower stings
Penetrates and numbs me to the core
Freezing all thought and reason
Tepid salty tears on my lips
The only warmth, in the middle of the street
I laugh out loud at the wonder of it all
So why, and how could it be different?
All I see is the faces of those before me
The slow acceptance of it all begins with one act
One simple act, in the middle of the street
And so I lift up the sleeve
Of my pretty white nightgown
And so I lift up the sleeve
Of my pretty white nightgown
Holding the razor steady in one hand
With the bare pale skin of the other
Stretched out, glowing there
Such a perfect canvas
Smooth and calm, in the middle of the street
And shake in the cold
And I shiver in the wind
And shake in the cold
And I shiver in the wind
And the rain falls down all around
I see my pretty white nightgown
Stained red from my blood
And I fall to my knees
In the middle of the street
And I fall to my knees
In the middle of the street
I see deep black and then I see nothing
But my red red blood falls to the ground
Mixes with the rain
And swirls around
Around and around
AROUND AND AROUND
And my pretty white nightgown
Is a pretty pink nightgown
Right out here in the middle of the street
