In the Corner

Mama told me that I shouldn't be doing it So I'm standing in the corner to think it through Mama told me that it's not for me So I let go of my will to live, In the corner I'm standing still I was above it, flying with the doves Mama told me that perhaps I'm not So I'm standing in the corner because honestly why not In the corner I'm losing things Through the window my brain flies You are waiting for the last train Boy it's easier to catch me now You speak softly hoping I'll like it In the corner there's a chance I will Mama told me I was just playing, Pretending like I always do But it doesnt matter what they're saying Now that my brain is fried In the corner I'm growing ill