tox sick

 little Janey was so sweet in her red skirt

her raven locks were her wings that couldn’t fly

in your embrace she’d feel complete, you were her saviour

she opened way too much and swallowed your sweet lies

*little Janey didn’t throw away the expensive blood-red rose bouquet

she shaved her head and on the rooftop she’s blowing the petal smoke up to the sky*

little Janey talks to the moon when she can’t sleep

the cold light eases the pain on her wrists

if only mama knew this, what would she say?

oh, she’s so dried out she’d just nod and turn away

**

<little Janey locked the door

little Janey won’t let you in anymore

little Janey locked the door

little Janey won’t let anyone in anymore>

little Janey won’t talk to anybody - she’s too busy hating the world

she no longer remembers your number but still feels a certain kind of touch on her hand you used to hold

**