Spacey Jane - Good Grief Lyrics

You stand so tall in your head
I’ll erase it all until your dead
And regret that I didn’t call
But enough is enough, my heart is sunk
And it feels like 16, like a magazine, like I’m undoing
A husk in my bed
And I drive, it’s dusk, my eyes all red
And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
You’re alive until you own the sin
And it feels like 18, like a guillotine, like I’m…
Kicked out of home, mumma, 10 and alone
I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
Good Grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed
Inside my home a shaking crawl
And your eyes do roll and sheets get torn
And again a fleeting thought is formed
But in 5 it’s gone, the TV’s on
And I dream of release and the tears ease, and I fear…
Kicked out of home, mumma, ten and alone
I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
Good grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed

You stand so tall in your head
I’ll erase it all until your dead
And regret that I didn’t call
But enough is enough, my heart is sunk
And it feels like 16, like a magazine, like I’m undoing
A husk in my bed
And I drive, it’s dusk, my eyes all red
And a short, a fleeting thought comes in
You’re alive until you own the sin
And it feels like 18, like a guillotine, like I’m…
Kicked out of home, mumma, 10 and alone
I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
Good Grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed
Inside my home a shaking crawl
And your eyes do roll and sheets get torn
And again a fleeting thought is formed
But in 5 it’s gone, the TV’s on
And I dream of release and the tears ease, and I fear…
Kicked out of home, mumma, ten and alone
I don’t care about things that I’m too young to know
Rusted stovetop kettle boiling, feeling like my brain is rolling
Like underneath my clothing, itching skin, my aching body
Good grief! Your own creation, lost for words I find my patience
Like in the heated moment, up for grabs but never noticed