Sprinkles
How specific can I be
Adopted at the age of 33
33, the year I was supposed to die
My body's dust sprinkled in your eyes
A friend wants to inhale my soul
She's still waiting
For me to die
Girl I know should live alone
But on my couch is what she calls home
Pony tail? Make up your mind
My body's dust sprinkled in your eyes
Another girl wants to get to know
She's waiting
To show her soul
Bobby asks "Did you break a piece off?"
I laugh and say "I did my best."
Funny how I'll never know
Don't make me sleep on my porch again
Let me light your cigarette.
How specific can I be
Adopted at the age of 33
33, the year I was supposed to die
My body's dust sprinkled in your eyes
A friend wants to inhale my soul
She's still waiting
For me to die
Girl I know should live alone
But on my couch is what she calls home
Pony tail? Make up your mind
My body's dust sprinkled in your eyes
Another girl wants to get to know
She's waiting
To show her soul
Bobby asks "Did you break a piece off?"
I laugh and say "I did my best."
Funny how I'll never know
Don't make me sleep on my porch again
Let me light your cigarette.
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