There's A Girl

There's a girl on my bedroom floor

And she's got paint under her short, bitten fingernails

Making colors, just stuff that's obscure

There's a girl in my bed

Only offering blank stares at the ceiling

She can't get you out of her head

There's a girl in my bathroom

Staring in a mirror, trying to scrub off the dirt

Just hoping you'll text her soon

There's a girl in my head

Who blows everything out of proportion

Mostly I just wish she was dead

There's a girl in my basement

And she wants to be with you, but you doubt that

And she hates it

There's a girl on my bedroom floor

She can only stare blankly at her phone

Cause she doesn't really know how to talk to you anymore

There's a girl in my bed

And she tries to sleep at night

But she just thinks things over and over instead