i am the one
all quiet eyed staring at the boy i used to know
listening to sad songs thinking of sadder things
and you always say my life was so sad
im yr fav sad song to play on repeat all day
im yr fav torn sweater and yr favorite cliche
im the girl who got reality handed to her too young
i mean with all the things unspoken of
and im the girl who matured too quick
and im the one listening to instrumentals
and im the one who grew up and became cool
and it was a weird adjustment:
crooked teeth known & chicken legs
a pretty young thing probably never missed
or maybe always missed by all the wrong people
like the one who told me i couldn't pay him to read a book
then bought a tupac one...
anyway.
im the saw played in any old song
something kind of clever but you'll forget about once
the shows over
and im the silly gaps in time where you think of someone
only for a brief moment
to say, some brief words that don't matter
i'm the novelty item that you don't let go of
i'm the one who found happiness inside a pilljar
i'm the fisher price clock stuck on a math problem
inside my head