I was eight years old,

and everyone around me was dying. 

I wish I was younger so then I wouldn't

understand what war was. 

Now I'm twenty-six,

and everyone around me is dying

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

is the one I want to kiss.

The girl with the Polaroid in her phone case

doesn't even know I exist. 

The girl with the headphones that mess up her bangs

I've seen how this goes before,

Over and over—

I paint your unclouded skies with gray,

I'm the rain in your more-than-perfect day. 

Who was the idea you had of me?

Her mascara wasn't running down