I try to stay awake
when the world is dark
cause when I dream of you
I wake up with marks
Mother says it happens
falling out of bed

More like falling from the stars
that’s where all my nightmares are

You’re too ugly to be angels
but you hide in the sky
Greys

You don’t look like ghosts should
too stiff and small
but I don’t know what else could
float right through the walls
Three bony fingers
scrawny little limbs

God made your bodies the wrong size
to have those great big oval eyes

You’re too ugly to be angels
but you hide in the sky
You’re too ugly to be angels
but you hide in the sky

Greys