Sweet Pea Apocalypse

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