I try to stay awake
When the world is dark
Cause when I dream of you
I wake up with marks
Mother says it happens
Falling out at bed
More like falling from the stars
That's where all my nightmares are
You're too ugly to be angels
But you hide in the sky
Grays
You don't look like ghosts should
Too stiff and small
But I don't know what else could
Float right through the wall
Three bony fingers
Scrawny little limbs
God made your bodies the wrong size
To have those great big oval eyes
You're too ugly to be angels
But you hide in the sky
You're too ugly
But maybe you are