Brains - Marietta

Am I dead, well if I am, how come I am still a kid

Warm with piss, I shouted to sis, «can you make it better with a big kiss»

Maybe it was the start of this month that has me entirely too fucked up

Or maybe I’m just getting too old, trapped in the back with the rest of the

world

Maybe I’m just ancient

To my old friends

Or maybe I’m just making things up

But I don’t really think I could

So I’ll comb my hair, look at you stare as you’re ripped apart by a mad bear

I’m not sleeping, I’m not dreaming, so I guess I’m just waiting

For someone to say that it’s okay that you had to go away

Cut in two, completely see through, losing control of what’s me and you

Just let me slip into the white nice room, that you painted me into

I promise that I won’t make any noise or make things worse than they have to

Teach me how to not care about

These tiny feelings that have me up at night for nothing

Maybe I’m just ancient

To all of my friends

Or maybe I’m just making things up

But I hope that I never could