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.

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