Coma Babies

feel so cold and shaky.
An overdose on life.
So now i will turn rational off
And sink beneath the bubbles.

Don't grip onto any side,
They'll pull you up and make you cry.
It is best that I lie.
I'll disappear for five.

Find me in the afterlife.
I'll be somewhere on a peach hill.
No longer needing to hum to breathe,
Where I am there is no need.

Sit here awaiting for your arrival
Then we'll be happy together.
You can't die in heaven,
Suicide wouldn't be a problem.

I'll slip into this coma,
Live in this world
Until we're older.
You could watch me swing.

Porcelain face, cracked mistake.
Hanging off a popped out jaw line.
Each lady bug spot I count
Will bow down in disgrace to me.