Who taught me to be sad in a white dress?
Well it wasn’t really white
Not anymore
I don’t really know if it ever was
It was a hand me down
Why was I sad in a white dress?
It didn’t actually fit
It was a little too wide around the chest
That’s not why I was sad
I had wanted a white dress for so long
I was sad because of heavy stuff in my chest
Heavy stuff, you know
About how I wanted the house to be cleaner
My dress to be whiter
And you know,
My mum to be less sadder?