fidget change move
i'm honestly interested, i swear
change move fidget
i'm not trying to interrupt, i'm sorry
move fidget change
i don't understand, i'm trying
fidget move change
i can't sit still, i'm restless
change fidget move
i want to learn, i'm doing my best
move change fidget*
i need to do something, i'm going crazy

part the curtains of your life and let
the sunshine filter in.

it won't burn, and it won't blind,
I promise.

Just a crack. C'mon.
I'm always here to lend you sunglasses
but first you have to be willing
to open the curtains.

if you find yourself
attracted to the simple
swirls of black ink against
white lined school paper in
a locker you know belongs to
her, you know that you have severe

problems.

i'm going to start a tally
of things i've done wrong
but i need you to tell me
what it is i'm doing
before i can know how
to change...

if my life is a constant case of
deja vù
then why am i having so much trouble
**remembering myself

lightning, bright as the sun
etched on eye, and mind
shaking with the thunder
rendered, deaf and blind

clouds, passing on
to the beat of striking shards
and ears, listening fond
as the storm's bright music starts

the darkness always passes
it's always been this way
storms and gales revealing
a newer, brighter day

so sitting on my roof
I sigh and blink, in time
I will no longer be aloof
because in a stormcloud, there is rhyme.

Tell me a tale of the sparkling seas
full of odd riches and timidity,
covered in lives lost with nary a thought,
stained with the coral-bound lessons you've taught.

Weave me an epic of the gold-crusted clouds
that filter through air and make not one spare sound,
filled with the voices of chanting young boys,
and all of the most heavenly ilk of noise.

Spin me a story of leaves green and pure
which drift toward the heavens with sensory ores,
that make for the sky as they stretch emerald-tall
before the time comes when they just have to fall.

How dare you?
How do you have the audacity to make me feel like I need to change
How dare you make me feel like I am in the wrong?

I am not the one that needs to change.
I am not the one who is in the wrong.
I am never going to change for the likes of you.

Instead of pretending like you're some little saint
Instead of pretending like you care about me
Instead leave me alone and let me be me.

I am not here to please you.
I am not here to listen to you ramble.
I am not here for you to use at your convenience.

You are selfish.
You are narcissistic.
You are the one who never listens to anything other than the sound of their own voice.

So no, I will not cater to you.
So no, I will not serve your every need.
So no, I will not be your back up toy in reserves.

I am strong on my own.
I am successful on my own.
I am my own person.

And there is no way that I would ever let you make me feel like less than that.

No, I'm not just shy,
I'm anxious.

No, I'm not just rude,
I'm uncontrolled.

No, I'm not just cryptic,
I'm confused.

No, I'm not just distant,
I'm numb.

And no, I don't just hate you,
I'm scared.