Little Kids - VENT

I’m not looking

It hurts too much

I didn’t wanna go

With anyone

Cause I don’t understand

Where’s Georgia

They say he’s in Savannah

And all I know is Jersey’s far

The kids are splitting up

Given up

Michaels not next to me

And he’s crying

Oh we’re little kids

In Port Elizabeth

This town is all I know

And now it’s gone

You just gave us up like that

Did you have some holy hymns to sing

Some church bells to ring

I’m all alone and I’m not home where are my brothers, I hope that you would know

It’s getting tight in here

The feeling of an 8 year old thrown away in the world

I hope that Greenville, Carolina, will keep you more company than me

I hope you’re happy