I threw a needle at the mirror, the whole thing shattered,
leftover lipbalm sits in my pocket.
I would’ve never kissed you if I knew you were straight
I’m yearning, not learning, I’ll be stuck in this cage
You don’t love me, I’m sure of it, but I can’t let this go!
The stupid snow won’t stick cuz earth is burning
When I turn to anarchy to pacify my racing thoughts,
You’ll call me radical and leave me helpless.
Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters
Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun
Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing
False memories might betray me but,
i think i used to look up this street, and dream,
dream about becoming one with the pavement
where the road met the sunlight
I could almost taste the harshness,
there's just so much I want to say, to pour out from me into you
but where to begin?
it begins home, at home, my head, the house, the lawn
the yard where I begin to understand how to be a human being
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