i can't stand standing here like this and i can't take taking any of this talk serious. swimming eyes, and spitting whys, splitting ties, we realize. missed kisses blown through blue night air (walking you home with a bottle of boone's between us). we're trying so hard to forget who we are, we're trying so hard to forget who we are, we're trying so hard to forget who we are.
i've gobbled all the peels. i discard the fruit. i'm the only one left here & i'm a sour patch kid. something about here is making me hate me. something i can't put my finger on. something i can't put my fist through. it's not like this is what i'm trying to do. it's not something to prove or nothing better to do. no reason to stay is a good reason to go.
hey coffee eyes, you got me coughin' up my cookie heart (making promises to myself, promises like seeds of everything i could be). hey ringwald haze, we're using bruises too loosely (in a haste to lose me).
so i said, i guess things are alright. sternly, he replied, you just sit tight, kid. (one thing still bothered me, but i never did bother to ask, i couldn't figure out the words.) (expressions and words, they're nothing but letters, emotionally illiterate, severely inarticulate. ) i don't know how to tell and i don't know how to ask. but i'm alright. am i sheltered? am i trapped? was i saved & if so, why? why did i get this chance? will i be able to use it right? i might blow up sometimes but you know things are alright. i might complain and bitch, but you know my answer never changes. everything's alright. in the world you made, i'm doing aok.
