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.