pale green

Veruca Salt

I am fourteen
Wrapped in a white sheet
Rain's coming through the window
The moon lands on my feet
I am somewhere far from sleep
I am Pale Green
I think she laced it with PCP
I feel like I'm in hell now
I want my dad
I want my dad
I am somwhere far from sleep
And look at me now
It's seven in the morning
You're dreaming where's it's storming
I miss you, yeah
I miss you without warning
I am somewhere without sleep