Sometimes i wonder
if god is a drunk...

Grampa take me with you
I promise to be good...

He ran his fingers through my hair
and told me...

I can't fathom
I can't understand...

I guess what I've been
trying to tell myself...

You need to break up with him
You dont love him...

I have brown hair
I pluck my eyebrows...

& somehow
my thoguhts dont seem to be...

I am
a girl, a woman, a little too proud sometimes...

&&I can hear your voice in my head
when i read your messages...

Through the noise
I am silence...

I feel so ashamed
you tel me not to...