“God Awful”
Ghosts grow old too, and they still cry and wait by the phone,
but while we’re alive all we want to do is to chew on plastic and stay home,
They waited for honesty or just a reason to use it, if we wait any longer I’m going to lose it,
You make me wish I was from another planet, I would be foreign to everything that happened,
You never had to try, to be larger than life you never planned, I was just a kid on a bike who wanted everything you had,
And a pocket perfect sacrifice, like the rips in my corduroy, seriously not playing coy,
It was almond suffering not joy,
So cut the wires to the stars,
because I won’t worry about them if I’m in the dark,
They’re just holes in our ceiling after all,
So we can breath in jealousy until we fall.
-e.