Francesca Kritikos - ​milk carton kid lyrics

i hold soap in my mouth to freshen impure words and when i sleep like an angel i dream of hell. we are living in a house painted white but streaked with blood. in a hidden box you keep small parts of me. i find them and let you have them. our lives are a movie, hazy and freckled with voids. i don't look too close. i am walking home from school. a man in a car won't let me go. the sky is sunny like a burst celestial flower, fractures lining its petals. i imagine walking through the woods where streets get cut off until they resurface with the crookedness of a missing child's forest preserve bones. i am that child and i am at home.