lime green

There was cuts in your palm
Scars on your face
Your mother came home
All that powder on the table
And now she's crying again
You strain on your voice
There's blood everywhere

Lime green tucked in
Walking
Aimless
Metal teeth cut through something

Concrete
Shaking
Orange lens
Broken
Tall Grass
Carpets
Eyes open can't see anything

Walking
Spent hours alone on this damn street
Broken
Just thinking, bout the shit that has made me

There was cuts in your palm
Scars on your face
Your mother came home
All that powder on the table
And now she's crying again
You strain on your voice
There's blood everywhere