QueenBee

I'll knit you all

Us all

Closer together

So close and so tangled

You're lost in it

In the whispers in your ear

And I'll slip out like a snake

Weaving away from my destruction so I can play in the ashes

The world has turned preppy

And I can feel it when I turn on the radio.

Artists I don't like

Because I can't relate to them

Can't relate to the stupid way they flirt

How obsessed they are with themselves

I've been called the sun.

The idea is, the sun of the solar system.

The one my friends revolve around.

I did not give myself this title, nor do I want it.

I do not want to be the sun.

Maybe

Every time

I give and give and give

Ask you questions

Advice

Support you

Every single time

Even when I should know better by now

And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

Funny, the stupid things I remember.

I never remember the important stuff,

Like addresses or birthdays

Or parties or hangouts

Or last names.

But I remember my second grade teacher's dogs were Rachel and Quimby

"Life isn't about finding yourself.

Life is about creating yourself."

Said the big chalkboard on the wall

In that gym lined with red mats

And chairs and chairs and chairs

I'll never forget