There is the payphone I’ll use in middle school
The one I’ll use to call mom crying
After you drop me off and say
Goodbye Forever
And the one into which you’ll crash the car
The car we’ll drive you home in
After your first time at the hospital
Where you’ll go twice a week
Every week
For six months
To be s h o c k e d
And the one you’ll bring me to
Where I’ll tell your psychiatrist of the monster you become
When your shadow swallows the house
But leaves you the roof
For you to climb up onto
And balance on the shingles
As Mom fights back her tears
And calmly tells the police
That it's only a BB gun.
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 1:53 PM UTC
There is the payphone I’ll use in middle school
The one I’ll use to call mom crying
After you drop me off and say
Goodbye Forever
And the one into which you’ll crash the car
The car we’ll drive you home in
After your first time at the hospital
Where you’ll go twice a week
Every week
For six months
To be s h o c k e d
And the one you’ll bring me to
Where I’ll tell your psychiatrist of the monster you become
When your shadow swallows the house
But leaves you the roof
For you to climb up onto
And balance on the shingles
As Mom fights back her tears
And calmly tells the police
That it's only a BB gun.
