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