Текст Alice Peacock – I Am Mary

I am Mary
I was pretty
You may remember me from the ninth grade
The boys would hold me

I’ve made choices
Heard some voices
Fought the battles inside my head
Life’s a fabric
But when I grabbed it
All I got was a handful of threads

There’s a stairwell
I know so well
‘Cuz it gets cold out in the street
A crumpled dollar
To start a fire
So that I could warm my feet

Police stations
Investigations
Of a fire burning bright
They showed me pictures
Of those children
And told me I was there that night

Conversations
Medications
All my friends have left me now
No one could see them
But now I need them
To help me figure all this out

Why do they feed me
Give me T.V.
And a blanket for my feet
But something’s workin’
‘Cuz it starts hurtin’
When it all comes back to me