The Girl from Outside came to play,

her pink pajamas lighted by the remains of the day.

She didn’t call me name, she didn’t move one inch

But I felt her waiting, while the world around her flinched.

The Girl from Outside watched, as the light turned to grey

I struggled to remember all the things I’d wanted to say

to the boy who played out too late, who didn’t know

that his first, his last, his biggest mistake was simply saying hello

or the woman who seemed to want good things

but who drowned under the weight of her own sins

There she stands, staring straight through my soul

Without her guidance I don’t know where I’d go

I don’t think she blames me but it’s hard to tell