I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,

Wait 'til Michigan comes. I think I’ll wait 'til then. Think I’ll wait 'til I hear my co… Hear them loving me in Michigan. Think I’ll wait 'til I swim.

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her

A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.

Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are

I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out