you watch tv
you watch me
you like wen celerities die
and fancy things
you never had
just your dreams
ur fathers old hat
why youd steal at school
some girls kit caboodle
dont blame this child
dont blame me child
and do u think we’ll survive
i mean u and i
wen ur lonley beauty makes u cry
like when celebrities die
in a fire
or wreckin the cars
slit their throats
fallin off of boats
we grew up to fast
just like ur father had
to far in to hell to fast
when he came home from work u wdnt speak
u watched me
when i watched tv
angled skin captured in light
my veins fall asleep
now when ur givin head
to ur new boyfriend
he cant see ur haunted eyes
ur smile wen celebrites die
hell isnt down its up