G in steps

First step

Took some more mum’s meds than I should

Well, mum was in the hospital delirious and dying

And I sat at home wishing it were me there instead

Second step

They say you’re involved with the freaks,

I couldn’t care less. Who would know, ‘mid this?

Third step

And sis, she’s a psycho who’s saying I’m suicidal

And buying food, going to the chemist, in our fridge

Fourth step

I knew it was wrong, the way you looked, that too

What am I to do when I began half crazy shit?

I told dad it was all crazy in Tchaikovsky’s head!

Little dance steps, the music and the story, took a risk

You inside my head, every note steep’d in love-steps