In Kind - Braids

Well I must have saw a girl

Who looked like myself

White cheeked and bleak

Knowing all the answers

Your freckles remind me

That a god is kind

White cheeked and bleak

Knowing all the answers

And it is 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 of the womb again

To be fresh and white again

Fresh and white again

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 want me to

Seething