Hang me out to dry

on the balcony rails.

Let the blood drip from

the wounds that haven't healed.

.

When you're done using me,

lay me out to sleep.

I'm tired of being here

in your room.

.

Hang me out to dry

out the tears that won't fall.

Let the water pour

from eyes that hate to see

.

the way that you react

to the ways I defend myself.

I'm not the kid you knew,

and you're not the girl you were.

.

When you're done using me,

lay me out to sleep.

I'm tired of being here

in your room.

.

When you're done using me,

lay me in the creek.

A watery grave is sweet

enough for me.