she lives

it's bedtime
it's bedtime
put to rest
your sour pills

you eat sour pills
all day long ...
they're your favorite
your face likes it, huh?

i can't blame you
for not doing dishes
you hate the world
how would it love you?

the earth is dying sour face
but why even care?
this is a metaphor girl
the dishes aren't there

well, the sink is full
but so is your brain
of only what you want to know
to keep you cute and sane

wash your face
that's important
but leave the skies to chance
take a chance

i dare you
see what happens
maybe we'll die before this sink is a lake
but what about your baby sour pills

but no, don't think about them
they're not alive yet;
fight for abortion,
but don't fight for this?

sour smile, it's the same
clean out your pockets
in them you'll find
a stick and a rhyme

first hit your wrists
but gentle,
there is work to be done
and you need them

it's not your choice anymore
the pills are gone
the sour is too much,
too soon to the grave

now make a rhyme
because it's all you have
it was all there ever was
numbers bring pain

sink your face in a sink
wash your wrists
pile up the words
and walk out the door

to the street
breath it in girl
cough it up girl
you see it now?

maybe if you had stepped
out of the house a few years ago
you would have understood
but locked inside you were

and locked inside you'll be
until you know tragedy
smoke and think about it
cough it up

why do i hope for you
because you're all there is
you're the rhyme to me
but i know the words

so get up
bread is filling
but oil sheds blood
so much blood

and press some olives
look at your image
this is your new mirror
i broke yours yesterday

deal with it, remember?
this is all you have left
a meddled reflection
and scarred wrists

there is better to come
but how would you know
unless you go to the door
and enter the throws

so go and I'll watch
it's bedtime
it's bedtime
put your sour pills to rest