I'm taking a blanket that's smaller than me
With Polka dots on it and a blue grid
Ironing it to be ready for the night
To cover myself with protection and no fright
I'm covering myself with a blanket smaller than me
Trying to warm my body, but it's not reaching my feet
No matter the pose or the structure of my bones
I will never be fully covered by this wrapping carpet
I wail and cry and scream at night
For my feet are bluer than my mind
And I'm still not wrapped
by this protective blanket
My face is fully masket
But my feet are showing answers
