Last

Mommy's an alcoholic and Daddy's out with his new girlfriend.
No one hears the screams from empty rooms.
Legs like twigs and piano key fingers,
Words come at night when there is nothing left to say.
Crying in showers and strip malls, rest-stops and locker rooms
No longer quiet because no one cares to listen.
Sticks for arms and bent button noses
Dancing with lines tht make you feel so special
Seashell ashtrays and greasy hair
The lights are blown and you never said goodbye.