when i was little i drew hearts on paper vampires

and called it love, because no one should be lonely

and you laughed, till there was blood on your lips,

till there was blood on your lips.

when i was little i painted chimneys yellow and my knees

blue waiting for the grass to get a little softer, and the

sky to get a little clearer, i need a sign, i need a sign.

(i'm running around in circle and i need a sign, i need a

sign.)

when i was little i took sunflowers & pencils and tucked

them behind my charcoal black hair, the perfect color for

ashes & poetry. daddy left as a fireman and died a hero

and yeah, i never cried, i never cried.

when i was little i played the piano and violin and trumpet

and harp. i was never good enough to get a record deal

or a star, so i took the stars from the sky and glued them

to my heart, that's why the sky never shines anymore, and

i want to live, i want to die, famous.

when i was little i travels across america on a huge trailer

the size of a bullet, and i met the comedians at new york

and gun men at the city of hope, hope. i swam across the

colorado river on silan's back and i rode donkeys up the

grand canyon where i flew, and fell. mommy screamed for

an hour and i never woke up, i never woke up.

when i was little, when i was little, i never grew up.