My insecurity
hurting me
all these boys gonna flirt with me
But my head down
on a mattress
famous actress
and she skrrrt’n me.
There’s too much space
between her skirt
and
me.
“Let’s take some tabs of acid
at Lake Placid,”
I say certainly.
Still too afraid to touch her
but it’s
urgin’ me.
She says, “You’re staring
and quite frankly
shit is irking me.”
I’m feeling hatred from the waitress as she’s serving me
She thinks I’m spoiled
probably thinks I’m some suburban me.
Thinks I’m a child of a
Money-hungry
Prideful country
Grass is green
And is always sunny
Hands all bloody
Tastes like honey
But we’re finding it hard to leave.
I got no space in my memory
Just some pics
of a friend and me
I got a mailbox
and a mansion
But no letters that you send to me
That house has haunted me for centuries
Should take a rock
and throw it at the windows
but they bend for me
I want to break some.
Ache some.
Feel like I’m awake some.
Meet with all my issues
And then
finally
handshake ’em.
And eventually when you tell me
all the reasons that you’re leaving me
I have to hide them
so the people still believe in me.