Between sheets and eyelids.
I am happy. I am happy. I am soo miserably happy.
If it weren't for gas prices, I would spend all night on the freeway. I like the headlights in my eyes, blinded to my surroundings, blissfully ignorant to what is lurking just beyond the painted boundaries. The sound of the road beneath my wheels, radio blaring "did you want to make this simple? did you want to make me sweeter? i know, i know, i know I let you down". Roll the windows down, wet Oregon wind. I'm awake. Maybe I just like the freedom, the oblivian, maybe its just the whistle the wind makes running through gaping holes. Like blowing into beer bottles.
I taste teenage angst. And I told you I run.
This is so not me. I am not a drag- I'm a drag on your cigarette. Wait, no, I'm not. I'm not a smoker, I'm not a drinker, I'm no fun. No fun at all. What the hell? I am fun! Who says I'm no fun? I AM fun! And when the hell did I start cursing? I'm so confused and I'm sick of all this bullshit.
Look at me with my two faces. Aren't I sweet? The boys love my jade eyes but when I look in the mirror, I stare into sapphire.
"mint car" is keeping us warm
she lays crossed upon the bed
we are puzzles making shapes
with our hands
I take my finger, turn it into a pen,
then i run my hand down your spine
you guess i wrote something profound
something like:
"our love will last 'til we die"
I say "you're good at this game"
but what I really wrote is
"how I've yet to be saved"
Maybe I'm so normal that it drove me insane. My normalcy grew and grew and grew until it couldn't grow anymore and then it twisted and coiled and braided. What's inside of me is nothing but a sick serpentine mistake. Everyone wants to be thought a lost cause. A unique irrevocable situation. A kiss goodbye.
If it weren't for gas prices, I would spend all night on the freeway. I like the headlights in my eyes, blinded to my surroundings, blissfully ignorant to what is lurking just beyond the painted boundaries. The sound of the road beneath my wheels, radio blaring "did you want to make this simple? did you want to make me sweeter? i know, i know, i know I let you down". Roll the windows down, wet Oregon wind. I'm awake. Maybe I just like the freedom, the oblivian, maybe its just the whistle the wind makes running through gaping holes. Like blowing into beer bottles.
I taste teenage angst. And I told you I run.
This is so not me. I am not a drag- I'm a drag on your cigarette. Wait, no, I'm not. I'm not a smoker, I'm not a drinker, I'm no fun. No fun at all. What the hell? I am fun! Who says I'm no fun? I AM fun! And when the hell did I start cursing? I'm so confused and I'm sick of all this bullshit.
Look at me with my two faces. Aren't I sweet? The boys love my jade eyes but when I look in the mirror, I stare into sapphire.
"mint car" is keeping us warm
she lays crossed upon the bed
we are puzzles making shapes
with our hands
I take my finger, turn it into a pen,
then i run my hand down your spine
you guess i wrote something profound
something like:
"our love will last 'til we die"
I say "you're good at this game"
but what I really wrote is
"how I've yet to be saved"
Maybe I'm so normal that it drove me insane. My normalcy grew and grew and grew until it couldn't grow anymore and then it twisted and coiled and braided. What's inside of me is nothing but a sick serpentine mistake. Everyone wants to be thought a lost cause. A unique irrevocable situation. A kiss goodbye.