Foxes In Fiction Fifteen Ativan
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