“Bambi”
The endless string of bracelets handcuff me to my youth, risks and back aches that by stupid luck turned out to be worth it.
It was the chat rooms and class rooms, kiking me in the chin, it was knee high but I jumped before it hit the ground,
I knew the chain of friends I had to you, out of which was a weak chain link, and that was me, because when I skated by, I grated my hand on it, in place of a high five, now I sweep the same stairs I waited for you on, and my grades are the same, these kids are insane,
I wish it was carpet stain cleaner, instead of ‘which one is cheaper?’
You had a love I couldn’t afford, I was born broken down,
I ran away with my imagination, I didn’t mean to leave you behind.