Rolled her eyes at the room
Wouldn't last, she assumed
Screw the room
Screw the room

Stubbed her toe on the bed
Sore reminder of the home she had
Screw the bed
Screw the bed

Poor madeline
Poor madeline
Poor madeline
Poor madeline

Climbs the mountain laundry pile
Strips down on the bathroom tile
Screw the pilе
Screw the pile

Soap suds spilling out of thе tub to the floor
Can't scrub herself better
The pain is not in her pores
Not ready to give herself over to life
When it's wake up in the morning
And suffer or die

Poor madeline
Poor madeline
Poor madeline
Poor madeline