Graphite Thunder

Pencil breath
Loose front tooth
Inky thumbs
Clock hands drag
Graphite under my nails

Roll call hums
Twenty names
Present, sir
Class doors close
I draw outside the lines

I got thunder in my chest (my chest)
I can feel it through the floor (through the floor)
Every window knows the steps
I count four
Then four once more

I got thunder in my chest (my chest)
Hear it marching through the street (through the street)
If the night is paper-thin
I draw suns and climb right in

Crayons roll
Ceiling snows
Red marks spread
Sugar glass
I count them one by one

Hide and seek
Twelve still hide
Mira sleeps
Ink still wet
I'm quiet like I'm told

I got thunder in my chest (my chest)
I can feel it through the floor (through the floor)
Every window shakes with steps
I count four
Then four once more

I got thunder in my chest (my chest)
Hear it marching through the street (through the street)
If the walls are paper-thin
I draw doors and climb right in

Ears ring bells
No one calls
Blue crayon
Half a sun
Dust tastes grey
Teacher's shoe
I'll finish it tomorrow

I had thunder in my chest
I can't feel it through the floor
Every window lost its glass
I count four
Then nothing more

I had thunder in my chest
Not a sound along the street
If the page is torn in two
Half a sun is all I drew

If they count us with the dead
Will they mark me present then