Sad Little Me

[falconsisters]

sad little me
crying over you
the way rejected lovers
do
sad little me croaking like a frog
in some forgotten bog
soaked through

sad little me
writing songs
you'll never hear
because
you'll just think
i'm weird
and to be honest
the're not very good

sad little me
i'm never in the mood for happy
things
i catch moths to clip their wings
there's quite a few in this old house
and i never want to see the sun again