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because when i squint, all i see is a blur of colors more beautiful than anyone could ever be, i dont wear my glasses. pixels are the most we could ask for, really. that's what i want from life.
because as long as you dont hold glasses of water, nobody will know you're shaking. because if you move enough, nobody will notice.
as a relatively unexperienced person, from someone steering their whole life, i'm not sure if i can let go of the wheel. i cant teach you to drive. not today. maybe later. no, really. i'm only careless when i'm unhappy. (i only beat you when im drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying hi glassjaw)
and because nothing that makes sense is ever quite the same. i really did use to switch the hair color bottles in the boxes. looking back i cant believe i ever did that. i'm sorry. because when we know exactly which vile the cough medicine is in, when we know where to park the car every day. a half a can of food for the dogs at lunch. in a world where we all grow up to become doctors, i dont want to be here. i want to sell panes of glass at parks, i want to be a professional drink mixer, i want to invent a new kind of shoelaces. i want to be the girl who plays her guitar backwards and upside down. i want to build a library and arrange things by color, shape, and size. today i want to read a book with a tree on the cover. alright good sir, the tree section is right this way, next to the aeroplanes. i want to make beautiful music with my intestines. i want to invent a new kind of heart.
from a world of crayons arranged in rainbow order, i dont want to be here.
because as long as you dont hold glasses of water, nobody will know you're shaking. because if you move enough, nobody will notice.
as a relatively unexperienced person, from someone steering their whole life, i'm not sure if i can let go of the wheel. i cant teach you to drive. not today. maybe later. no, really. i'm only careless when i'm unhappy. (i only beat you when im drunk, you're only pretty when you're crying hi glassjaw)
and because nothing that makes sense is ever quite the same. i really did use to switch the hair color bottles in the boxes. looking back i cant believe i ever did that. i'm sorry. because when we know exactly which vile the cough medicine is in, when we know where to park the car every day. a half a can of food for the dogs at lunch. in a world where we all grow up to become doctors, i dont want to be here. i want to sell panes of glass at parks, i want to be a professional drink mixer, i want to invent a new kind of shoelaces. i want to be the girl who plays her guitar backwards and upside down. i want to build a library and arrange things by color, shape, and size. today i want to read a book with a tree on the cover. alright good sir, the tree section is right this way, next to the aeroplanes. i want to make beautiful music with my intestines. i want to invent a new kind of heart.
from a world of crayons arranged in rainbow order, i dont want to be here.