Testo di Good Grief

And you stand so tall in your head I'll erase it all until you're dead And regret that I didn't call But enough's enough, my heart is sunk And it feels Like sixteen Like a magazine Like I'm undoing A husk in my bed And I drive, it's dusk, my eyes all red And a short, a fleeting thought comes in You're alive until you own the sin And it feels Like eighteen Like a guillotine Like I'm Kicked out of home, mama, ten and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchin' skin, my aching body Good grief, your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Like in the heated moment Up for grabs but never noticed Inside my home, a shaking crawl And her eyes do roll and sheets get torn And again, a fleeting thought is formed But at five, it's gone, the TV's on And I dream Of release And the tears ease And I feel Kicked out of home, mama, ten and alone I don't care about things that I'm too young to know Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like underneath my clothing Itchin' skin, my aching body Good grief, your own creation Lost for words, I find my patience Like in the heated moment Up for grabs but never noticed Rusted stove top, kettle boiling Feeling like my brain is rolling Like in the heated moment Up for grabs but never noticed