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I really want to dye my hair...
Let’s take a moment
To recognize the fact
That that was our third pact
Snap out of it
You’ll grow out of it
Because the soap opera is over
Both hands on the wheel!
I can’t force you to heel
Your picture on the fridge
Is the closest that you feel
Another cannonball around my ankle
Uncomfortable tangle
We grew old together
In a matter of months
Now my heart is eaten by moths
Bare pavement screams run
Because waiting is never fun
Unexplainable energy
And I don’t dare mention
How I really feel
Because these words are readable
And slightly meaningful
…
Because I just wanted to be a princess
But I end up half dressed
As a filthy mess
Translate the dusty piano’s keyboard
It’s all that I could afford
But I need to translate what you call bitching
Because the words are itching
And dying my hair just doesn’t work anymore
When I need a change
And my trampoline tore
When I was pathetically deranged
Maybe I’ll scream for truth in London
Because my lungs are breathing healthy
Now that you’re gone
The smoke left with you
Because sacrificing for me wasn’t an option
You took in glass bottles for adoption
I mothered your addiction
Do you think I could get air off this jump?
Because I could never run fast enough
or be the next Forrest Gump
It’s almost Halloween
And I can’t decide if my pumpkin
Should be happy or mean
…
But maybe it’s not safe to give me a knife
Because my friends say I’m bitter
But I love life!
And I sip my coffee with a smile
And shape my nails with a file
But I really want to dye my hair…
