Where did you go?
                               Are you far away?
                                                           ­  Do you miss my electronic embrace?
                                                        ­    
I'm craving yours
                              And your static smile

I hope my screen lights up with your face
                                                                ­      Because right now,
Frankly,
                                   I'm all over the place

Compton, New York
West side, East side
Nope.
Just a white girl from Mississippi,
Nah, it's not a joke.

My true self, my true words, my true pain.
The world shouldn't have to cope.
The world shouldn't have to think it's alone.
Cause I'm with you,
Oh, I'm with you.
All that hate that you own.
I used to feel some too, but the kind that you evoke?
All that racism that makes you choke.
I'm with you, but you don't have to cope.

Before you let counterproductive words slip from your mouth,
take a minute to think of me. Don't let our fight go South.
I will make a pact from my soul to yours,
I will not let them make racism into another "war".

We were kids trapped in ultra suburbia
A dying town disguised by perfectly lined houses
Filled with children, fake smiles, and cancerous spouses
To escape it all we rode our bikes like a teenage armada

Not knowing where our wheels took us, they took us away
We found adventures in silly things like abandoned houses and railways
All of us held hands while we sat around the fire
Coughing out our hearts quietly so we didn't wake the earth

I remember the time my parents yelled at me
For being a little too girly
Or when her mother burned her with cigarettes
For doing something she'll never regret
But in all this pain we became better people
Let's not forget the times we got in trouble for being us

Dots and dots                                                             ­ "Is it okay if I ignore  
Line my vision                                                           ­    Your text? It's not
I'm hoping to find my spot                                             Personal."
In your musky bedroom

Do you get high off this feeling?                                 "Don't worry,
Does your body become sweaty                                     I still love you,
Eyes get heavy                                                            ­       It's okay."
When you are certain of my displeasure?

These are the things                                                       "Won't you be mine?
I beg to hear when you swing                                          Don't worry,
Your hips on top of mine                                                    We're alright,
Love me until the day I die                                                  I don't love you."
                                                        "Goodnight."

I want to fly with you tonight
Through the clouds we'll take our flight
Under the finite light
Provided by the moon
But soon it will be gone
For its lover will be on
Us in a few minutes
So hold these seconds
Just like you hold my hand
Squeezing it softly
Saying
"I don't give a ****."

I have weeks where I want to be out every day until the sky is painted charcoal with the last flares of the sun's hug
I have weeks where I want to stay inside every day because I'm barraged by human interaction and I need more air for my social lungs

But I'll never regret to answer your text
Call you when I'm in distress
Or invite you over to help me undress
To feel your lips connect with my pores
So that when you leave I'll miss you more
Than I ever did the day before