Lyrics and Lies and Life

There's this boy who changed my life, who was in my head and on my mind. Eyes staring, arms reaching, fingers crossed, heart racing, legs pumping to get to nothing but him. He tricked me with his blue, blue gaze and I gave in with my pathetic ways. So much for being "infinite."

Future Me lives in a loft in downtown Manhattan that overlooks the city skyline, modern paintings collaged on the walls and articles from The New York Times on my desk. Future Me has my beloved pop punk music blaring from speakers, filling me and my loft and bringing tears to my eyes. Quotes from books I've read over and over hanging from my ceiling, along with lyrics from songs I can recognize without even listening to.

I had a cat named Blitz, like German "lightning" and as fast as it, too. Apparently not enough though; she got hit and me and my brother put up signs on my road saying SLOW DOWN because next time that man won't be too lucky. If it were up to me there'd be such a thing as involuntary cat slaughter.

I went to Europe and now I wish I'd never left. I wrote poems and stuck them in cracks in the streets and made a scene with my wardrobe composed of band tees and skinny jeans. That way they'll all remember me. I just don't want to be forgotten, okay? I tried to speak un poco español with what I've learned but the Spanish know more and I know less, even though I hate to admit it.

By the way, I'm gonna change the world, with the words "believe your voice can mean something" stuck in my mind. And I'll get help from artists and writers and people who feel. Let's save the humans.