Graveyard Girl

Tears taste like friends. She sleeps on sermons and stares into sunlight. She collects drones made of roses. Behinds me, a room gone. Graveyard girl. Graveyard Girl. In Dark cracks and bright stars. She's the dirty rage on my heart's card. She worships saints and lack of answer. And treats her sister like holy requiems. Graveyard girl. I'm gonna jump the walls and run. I wonder if they'll miss me. I won't miss them. The cemetery is my home. I wanna be a part of it, invisible even To the night. Then I'll read poetry to the stones. Maybe one day I could be one of them, Wise and silent, waiting for someone to love me, Waiting for someone to kiss me. I'm fifteen years old and I feel it's already Too late to live. Don't you? Graveyard Girl. Graveyard girl. Graveyard Girl.