inch worm
i've been thinking about songs i used to hear when i was little.
ones i know the name of
and ones i probably never will.
someone else washing my hair makes me feel like i'm little surrounded by plastic boats and measuring cups.
my skin is crisping and my belly is full of lemonade.
summer is coming and i've already spent the past few days doped up and napping in the sun.
soon school will end and i'll work and tan and nap and work and nap and drink more lemonade than i can possibly handle.
i'll write letters and postcards and keep out of my basement.
and then when it's almost over i'll pack up my life here and relocate to a place i've been a million times but never actually known.
tralala. i'm missing something. maybe it's the firewire between my brain and my heart?
that's it exactly.