Grownups are talking in the kitchen

Saying words I’m not to hear
But if Mama didn’t want me listenin’
Why’d she make me play so near?

They spill whispers over coffee
And gossip over tea
And no one could care less, what goes on with me.

I hear gentle laughs through door cracks
Only one awkward silence or two
Then they went right back to talkin’
‘Cause I guess that’s just what grownups do.

So, while I’m sittin’ here wonderin’ what the men are doin’ at the door
Mama’s in the kitchen with the drinks she’s just gotta pour
And while I watch their big toy guns glisten in the sun
The grownups are busy in the kitchen havin’ too much fun
So much fun in fact, they almost missed the roar
Of gunfire in the back, when the men broke down the door.

I think I heard Mama screamin’, but I could mistakin’
I found it awful hard to hear, through the gunfire that was blazin’
And there was so much red
And so much left unsaid
And I only wish they would just go back to talkin’ instead
‘Cause now the rooms gone quiet with this ringin’ in my ears
And I’m seein’ Mama’s face all blurry through the tears
And I feel so bad that this messed up Mama’s party with her dears.
But I can’t stop cryin’
Someone was diein’
But I never thought it was real and now I know the were all lyin’
And I wanna be polite, and I know this is pryin’
But did something like this every happen to you, and how did you go on survivin’?