can you hear me talk
can you hear me say
that i have no chalk
that we can use to play

im sorry, i used it up
at night cause i draw a load
i drew a cool little pup
just like the one you didnt finish on our road

when i come to your stone in the field
it makes our mum think im coo coo
but it helps me to shield
what really happened to you

the driver apologised in tears
but i was too little to understand
and all i get now from my peers
is pity, repeated over, its very bland

dont worry jess youre still my favourite sis
its because mary doesnt talk at all
maybe its because mum tells her im a risk
and instead likes to take her to the mall

it makes me feel quite envious
but its okay with me really
taking me places is a bit strenuous
i understand its about me being on wheelies

because you didnt make it out
the memory is a faint whisper now
but ill never forget the painful route
to the docters with my severed legs wrapped in a towel