When the party is said and done
I’m alone
Watching rain drops fall outside my window
Pondering all the ways things went wrong
Can you tell me where my mind has gone?
I can’t seem to put my finger on
Just exactly where I left it
It might be a goner along with my heart
And my liver
Or maybe it’s just hiding from the madness that infects it
Either way I’m alone regardless
Watching the rain fall, hopeless, heartless
Patiently awaiting the next party
To distract me
Only until it’s over

I am your puppet with pretty round buttons
You’ve got your hands on the strings and you’re tugging
My seams are tearing yet you persist
With your pushing and pulling and little mind tricks

I know the way to cut the strings
Yet somehow they’re oddly comforting
Like the way a bird still sings while missing wings
I’m used to it

20 weeks and I've fallen
So hard that I have shattered
The butterflies ate me alive
As I realized I never mattered

Nine weeks and I’m falling
For the way you sigh
When your gaze is locked with mine
Like I’m something worth keeping

Our bodies together,
Perfect patterns in the dark of the night
The beauty of our tessellation
Was solely known by us
The only sound:
Two heartbeats underneath
Heavy breathing
Drowning out
The voices screaming
In my head

Sitting in my bedroom
Tryna write this English paper
When my sister calls and tells me
That the boy who wouldn’t date her
Has gotten her pregnant
The boy who up and left her
After getting in her pants
Wasn’t down for the romance
Just a plethora of one night stands
And now he’s got a kid on the way
Whether he goes or he stays
‘Cause my sister would never have the will to say
“**** it.”
And I feel it,
This real ****, the intense hit
Of news in my face
Things are gonna change
And although I’m both sad and happy
For my single sister and her baby
All that this has taught me
Is that **** happens to the best of us
And the sun shines on the rest of us
But I don’t know why

This house is full of ears but I can't talk to anyone
They've heard this one a thousand times
Most exciting thing I do
hang half way out a third floor window
maybe throw lit cigarettes down
and maybe I'll catch fire
Something warm to hold me
Something pure to burn away the darkness
that hides inside my mind
All that evil ****'s not hard to find
I guess I only claim to be nice.