The Half

Yesterday began the same

Hand upon her face

Never thought I’d be a bad man

Ten to four, the three of us

Now is made for two little girls

Cry for mom

Little girls can cry for miles

Half of this is real

And half of this is real

The color of my choices turned quick

And froze my drawing room,

Froze my drawing room

I want to sleep softly, please

I want to sleep softly, please