Kid Room

Eating cherries in the back of the cab Tastes one from her hand And spits it out Lovely leaves the pit in her purse Lays a scatter of words As she steps out Out, out, out Onto her parent’s lawn The upstairs lights flick on The static’s getting stronger “Baby,” they say “why don’t you try growing up?” “Baby,” they say “why don’t you try growing up?” Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Far past dizzy lends her stomach to the floor Wipes her mouth and finds the door A kid room A kid room kills you when you’re Half in half out Those doors slam louder “Baby,” they say “why don’t you try growing up?” Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Falling down, falling down Unlearned lessons pile high Doll lips sing “you’re out of time Time to align, lives move in lines And you make circles Running circles in your mind” She dives head first Kicks up pink dust The pressure’s building Breathes and kid thoughts fill her lungs