My childhood was easy
A childhood free from violence
Just listen to some of my bad dreams

Popples were stuffed toys
That folded
Into themselves
And rolled into my recurring nightmares

Think of what a tragic loss

One scary evening
Our hallway lit up with headlights
A care slowly drove past my bedroom

Think of what a tragic loss would have done to me (x2)
Safe and sound I made it up when I was asleep
Think of what a tragic loss