In Kind

Well I must have saw a girl
Who looked like myself
White cheeked and bleak
Knowing all the answers
Your freckles remind that a God is kind
White cheeked and bleak
Knowing all the answers
And is it a problem
When you see through everything
But candy spills upon it
When the lip suggests the mourning
And isn't it the worst
When you wake up in the morning
There's no cat upon your bed
And no Mom to pet your head

Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
To pop out the womb again
To be fresh and white again
Sometimes I think of how nice it would be
To take a nap
Without feeling I wasted my day again

Left my conscience
Suffocation
See the mad side in my bald eyes

Left my conscience
In quotations
Said just what they wanted to
Say is isn't true