I come from a big black coat with an owl on the back.
I come from white lipped snails and baby frogs.
I come from the grape leaves I stole and stuffed with rice.
And I come from the shell from Jeremy dead body.
From the pink rose on a grave.
I come from the lost dog that I loved
And her friend who misses us at home.
I come from the word sorry.
I come from girls who only eat kale and say their fine
I come from awkward phone calls with people my mother and father hate.
I hide gum so that I won’t finish it too quickly.
I cry when someone one asks me how I’m doing
And I’m always sad at 1 am
