She's been putting on her dress
Her drawer of lace and bows
Next to her wooden, girlish bed
Is locked so no one knows
The rusted blades and crumble cake
Her matted combs and dolls
The ones she kept from childhood
From Dad who never calls
She's been sifting through her teeth
Bloodied, baby, small
The ones she ripped right from her mouth
A box contains them all
She kept them to remember what it felt like to be weak
They rattle like maracas
When the wooden bed will creak
She stares up at the chipping mould
Her world is small and always cold
She wonders why you didn't call
Or if you cared at all
The answer lies in pillow stains
Soiled linens, window panes
Mildew spreads across the post
The ones she clings on tight
Dirtying her tiny hands for yet another night
As she washes all her sins
Right down the bathroom sink
She longs for night to take her in
So she won't have to think
credits
from Gift Horse,
released December 30, 2018
Written by Lia Pisa-Relli
Lia Pisa-Relli - Guitar/Vocals/Lyrics/Synth/Drum Machine
Recorded by Jack Hubbell
Mixed and mastered by Jack Hubbell and Zachary Antonioli
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