Don't make me watch you,
Falling out of love.
Watching you fight,
It makes me miserable.
Just give up already.
You've got your rings,
And it's still not real.
Just admit it,
It's over.
Sign the papers, please, and
Cut the tie that binds.
It'll set me free, too.

She grew up on the walls
She grew up in the city
Against all odds she survived
The life that she was born into
She controls the alleyways
She is the orphan of understanding
King Jr. raised her
She is the essence of everything
That is street

She is the leader of a movement
That is ruthlessly and viciously her
She is undeniably cultured
That is the way that she thrives
She thrives off of opinions
She designed to push the pavement to the limits
Malcolm X praised her
She is the essence of everything
That is judged

She is the poster child of the ignorance
Of those who refuse to see
She is distinguished for her beliefs
She is set apart by her nature
That makes her so strong
She is the tie that binds it all
Differentiation never phased her
She is the essence of everything
That is individuality

She is forever infamous
She is running out of time
She is expunged from the city
She is excluded from the pavement
She is expelled from the walls
She is extracted from the alleyways
She is excommunicated from the people
She is exiled from their compassion
She is the unfairly judged individuality of the street

You smell like cologne and formaldehyde.
With your Day-Glo eyes, you knew I’d lied.
Green lights under ******, red skies.
No more cash in the bank, no more time we could buy.

The lucid nightmares of a dreamer’s sleep
Pray to the Lord, your soul to keep
The vibrant shapes of a colorblind sight
Your angels watch you through the night
The violent yells of a peaceful fight
We don’t live until morning light

Let me start by saying this:
Relationships are anchors.
Sorry in advance.

I run through boys. Quick.
They just never really click.
They like the way I talk.
They like the way I walk.
The way I look.
They way I’ve shook
Them to their core.
Even then, they’re all a bore.
They don’t think I’m basic.
They know I’ll make them headsick.
They like that I don’t just fall at their feet.
They like to have to take the backseat.
Numb is beautiful, apparently.
I guess they dislike transparency.
They don’t want a girl that’s a doormat.
So, I guess, let’s run with that.
Oh, and I’m sorry is you were the last,
But sea of fish that’s waiting is vast.
Get running.

Summers of baseball fields and
Decaffeinated Dr. Peppers.
Volunteer work because we had
Nothing better to do.
Meaningless crushes and
Unabashed flirting in the
Sweltering heat.
When July bled into August I thought
I would never see you again.
But tonight I saw you again.
My shame burned behind my eyes and
My memories brimmed, threatening to spill over.
Suddenly, I didn't want the bubblegum ice cream
We used to share.
I remembered your laugh and the way your eyes looked in the hot sun. I remembered how we played hide and seek with our friends for hours on end just to have an excuse to escape. I remembered the tan lines we collected and the times we had water gun fights just to have something to do.
All at once, I remembered how I left.
I remembered how I hurt you.
I remember how we yelled until you left.
I knew I was sorry
And I knew that you were the one who got away.
The one I set free by leaving.
The one that I would never forget.
I'll always want you back.
I'll never get over you.