I cry out in a simple song;
sugar, rest in peace behind my tomb
something in this new place
puts me into a new pond
and I sit in white and blue
hoping you'd wake up and find me
perched perfectly on our sofa
not sleeping though I should
and you bring me back to bed sternly but sleepily
hold me because you think I am too damaged for this world
make me your treasure, please treat me like your own
keep caring: I sleep with a teddy bear
my hair is big inside of this 19th-century building
my lips glazed, my skin supple
my bottom filling out white underwear
my ******* fall naturally in sky blue
don't you see the wounded goddess in me?
I look back to the door longingly
when could he come to me
touch me with his gentle hands
wrap his skinny arms around me
my head resting in his chest
I pulled myself regrettingly from his arms
in a bout of negativity
only to hold myself up
alone in the living room
feeling like the angel I've always been