Fifteen Ativan (Alternate Version)

Fifteen Ativan

Alone in a townhouse rented to a kid

Don’t call an ambulance, cold, alone



She knew it’d take a while

She held on tight to the dreams she had as a kid

She knew it’d take a while to kill her smile



Cold nights spent outside

A phonebook filled with named of people she would call

Will you space your time and share your crime