the sirens sing.
my teachers told me, "try &organize your thoughts." said, "the way your mind wanders, girl, you're sure to get lost." &the doctors agreed &gave me pills that i could take until i'd be old enough to self-medicate. well, fast forward ten years &now i'm drunk here out on the fire escape with the moon, dear, don't it look pretty great? it always leaves but comes back to me &lately i'm counting things i can count on to come back to me, so i'm just hanging around trying to pass the time 'cos i hear it heals all wounds &eventually decides. for me, i'll just sit here &watch my choices tick away &maybe find someone to distract me while i wait. so i guess i'm okay, but when i hear the sirens sing, i wish they were singing for me. i've made mistakes but help is coming. i called out late &someone was listening. but with your hand on my pulse, you claim i'm ill-advised. you say, "look at me now. don't shut those dyslexic eyes." so your heart's a slow learner &those drugs are its disguise, well, it's a clear costume--you might as well not try to hide. at least your heart is trying &the strange thing about this life is that no one fits in quite right. does your heartbeat seem like a lie, the way it just don't feel right inside? well, so does mine. alright, so does mine. don't come back to me like a memory, no, stay here with me like a family.