Walking home alone again
don’t know why I keep doing this
don’t know why keep doing this
And there’s so much that I want
the words swallow themselves
I love the summers with my best friends
and when my mother holds me from behind
how can I ask her to hold me
What I need right now is for someone
to come over and clean my room
would you please pick up these clothes
and hold me like a human

Too old to debut
something to pay for once again
Don’t think I’ll ever live alone
in an already lonely city

Roses
Blood red
leaves of deep green
It's so beautiful
I may cry
One day
One morning
or one evening
When the air is cool and dry
and the warm sun hangs low
and the sky is a warm orange
I will purchase for myself
a bouquet of roses
lay them
scattered on my table
and cry.