Yellow dress in a burning street
Backpack full of make believe
Summer teeth and scraped up knees
Sirens singing harmony
Fairy tales with a body count
Porcelain with a soldier’s mouth
Eight years and the sky fell down
Now she walks like she owns the ground
Candy heart in a combat boot
Growing up in a bulletproof youth
Sugar turned into something sharp
Little saint with a lion heart
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Halo made of fingertips
Innocence on your fingertips
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Sugar turning militant
Softness turned to elegance
You survived the end of it
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Peach fuzz under gunpowder
Learning love from a ghosted father
Every goodbye a loaded kiss
Every promise a hit or miss
She builds a throne from scraps of trust
Gold from grief and bone from dust
Mercy tastes like rusted tin
Still she lets the light back in
Chooses who she’s gonna be
In a world that devours the weak
Baby teeth to a battle cry
Growing wings in a blood red sky
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Crown made out of broken sticks
Childhood on the edge of this
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Kindness in a clenched up fist
Diamond in the wilderness
You survived the end of it
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
They tried to turn you into flame
Tried to carve you into shame
But you bloom in a wasteland frame
Like hope without a last name
Soft heart wired with dynamite
Learning wrong from wrong and right
You don’t beg and you don’t collapse
You just rise through the aftermath
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
Angel with a steady grip
Glory in your cracked up lips
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
You make mercy dangerous
You make survival glamorous
You survived the end of it
Sweet Pea Apocalypse
