Crow fell into the garden,
bleeding in the grass
Alice said ‘for ted Hughes,
they held his grief for Sylvia Plath’
You put on a brave face
then turn to go inside
I sleep in the room above and hear
the howling through the night
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh
I walk into your bedroom and
your lying on your back unblinking
Staring at the ceiling
Counting all the cracks
The windows closed but we still hear
what’s happening outside
Is it just a dying bird,
or do you take it as a sign?
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh
When you’re grieving
You’ll find meaning in
anything if you try
Sometimes the kindest thing
to do is let it die
Your father thought he saw god,
but it was headlights from a car
Just because he’s a sociopath
It doesn’t mean you are
Could’ve sworn I heard the water
Running in the bath
Half expecting to see you and
your shadow in the frosted glass
Helicopter
Sirens and the walls here are so thin
I guess now that we’re older,
We should just hold it in
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh
When you’re grieving
You’ll find meaning in
anything if you try
Sometimes the kindest thing
to do is let it die
Your father thought he saw god,
but it was headlights from a car
Just because he’s a sociopath
It doesn’t mean you are
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhh
Ahhh ahhh ahhhh