Pale Green - Veruca Salt

I am fourteen

Wrapped in a white sheet

Rain’s coming through the window

The moon lands on my feet

I am pale green

I think she laced it with pcp

I feel like I’m in hell now

I want my dad

I am somewhere far from sleep sleep sleep

And look at me now

It’s seven in the morning

You’re dreaming while it’s storming

I miss you,

I miss you without warning

I am somewhere far from sleep