Elizabeth

You wake from comfort search
to morning soiled bed.
Now, slumber sweetened tooth
bites down in cold, hard truth

Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.
Oh, oh, no, Elizabeth. Oh, oh, no.

Through pre-pubescent tones,
the sticks will break your bones,
and as you're walking home
you cry, cry, cry alone.

Through pre-pubescent tones,
the sticks will break your bones,
and don't look up to call,
for all they are is tall.

Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.
Don't do that, Elizabeth. Don't do that.

Though few days you've had,
those days have all been sad.
When youth has found its past,
these days they all were cast.

Though few days you've had,
those days have all been sad.
No matter what is said,
life change or sudden death.

You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved, Elizabeth. You're unloved.
You're unloved.
You're unloved.
You're unloved.
You're unloved.