i wish my clock had a :stop: button
i wish my clock had a :stop: button. i dont have time to say what i want to say tonight, or talk to the people i want to, or work on the songs i want to, or listen to the music i want to, or sleep in as much as i want to, or breathe the air i want to. there is so much i want to say, no, so much i want to say RIGHT NOW.. but my eyes are burning, and this stiff heavy rug that is exhaustion is draped over my shoulders.
you see your new life, don't you. you see the last summer, sun rays, smiles, whispers, and goodbyes. you see something new, new home, new clothes, new people, new parties, new boys. well, i bet there are plenty of cute ones just waiting for you. lining the hallways already, they have their backpacks and pillows pinning them up against the wall, staring at the elevator doors.. waiting for them to part.. waiting for you to be hiding behind your sunglasses. because thats whats next. new boys, new crushes, new coy smiles, new introductions, new heart flutters, new late night aim conversations, new first kisses... i should just wrap you in cellophane and put you on display, and let those boys' fingers mark up your packaging, bend the corners, open you up, tape you back shut, and put you back in the window... i hope the packaging wont hold shut, i hope the plastic gets dented, punched through, i hope your eyes lose their glow, your hair its sheen, your body its aura. i hope you get marked down, yellow tagged, red dotted, two for one-d, clearanced. i hope you get discontinued, and no, i would never buy you back.
you see your new life, don't you. you see the last summer, sun rays, smiles, whispers, and goodbyes. you see something new, new home, new clothes, new people, new parties, new boys. well, i bet there are plenty of cute ones just waiting for you. lining the hallways already, they have their backpacks and pillows pinning them up against the wall, staring at the elevator doors.. waiting for them to part.. waiting for you to be hiding behind your sunglasses. because thats whats next. new boys, new crushes, new coy smiles, new introductions, new heart flutters, new late night aim conversations, new first kisses... i should just wrap you in cellophane and put you on display, and let those boys' fingers mark up your packaging, bend the corners, open you up, tape you back shut, and put you back in the window... i hope the packaging wont hold shut, i hope the plastic gets dented, punched through, i hope your eyes lose their glow, your hair its sheen, your body its aura. i hope you get marked down, yellow tagged, red dotted, two for one-d, clearanced. i hope you get discontinued, and no, i would never buy you back.