I swear I like to think that I’m a good person.
Something people cry to as they watch a hearse spin.
Taking me away in return for my confound sin.
I’m sorry oh I’m sorry oh I’m sorry for what it’s been.
I’ll be a flower cut short to make a sad girls day.
In return to save my memories from being smeared away.
This world is so sick, whats the medicine to make it better?
Laughter, television, or giving a homeless man a sweater?
I’m tired of this shit, I’m sure I’m ready to go.
But I swore to my mother I wouldn’t leave until we grow.
Happiness is hiding somewhere inside a frozen creek.
Skating on it constantly trying my best to make it weak.
Someday it’ll crack and I can drown inside of it.
Looking up at the faces looking back at me, I’ll love it.
I’m starving, I should eat the pizza inside my fridge.
But I’m too busy thinking about my friend who jumped the bridge.
Laying in a slouch
Waiting on this energy to shift.
Hoping someone like me
Reads this and catches on my drift.
Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.