I’m not in the same place I was this morning,
And I never left my bed.
Maybe I time traveled,
Or I just have a new way of looking at things.
Probably not.
I need to stop pulling out my eyelashes.
It’s funny how having two things in common with somebody,
Makes me feel like we we’re meant to be.
When really we probably just share a kidney,
Or the same blood type,
But that doesn’t matter cuz I’m not a creature of the night!
Or maybe I am?
My life isn’t made of calendar pages!
Only one long all-nighter,
That never stops having the same dream.
That’s like calling the future obsolete.
Because everybody out grows Barbie’s and Care-bears!
Now my face is covered in God’s connect the dots.
So I’m kind of like the kid’s menus
They give you crayons with,
“It’s what’s on the inside that counts”
Well there’s acne in there too…
Awkward silence.
If life were a horror movie
And nobody was a ******,
Who would survive?
Certainty not me.
Because when I wrote the script
I wrote it in cap lock.
See you on the flip side Jamie Lee Curtis.

This is to every sour patch kid
That ever tried to be cool by going off the grid
But you’re only as cool
As that mouth behind your cig
And the thoughts you numb with aspirin

I think we all know
It’s sour
Then sweet
But not before it’s gone
So keep it in your mouth a little longer
And then maybe
Just maybe
We won’t cry every time the bag is empty
And the lights turn out
And all we have left are those little grains of sour
That we still eat anyway

This is to every sour patch kid
That ever wrote “I love you” on your eye lids
Then fluttered your lashes
But closed your eyes for too long
Too long to see that the party was gone
And that you were the only one still pretending to have fun

Lets for a minute pretend that
The red ones aren’t just Swedish fish with a little bit of tang
And that the slang you throw in there
Doesn’t make your words anymore true
But were all gonna scream it anyway
Then maybe
Just maybe when we’re screaming
We’ll forget how to talk
And have to use our hand to say more than
Flipping the bird ever could

This is to every sour patch kid
That only did what they did
Just to say that they could
What society forbid

Well this is how it ends
The bag in which you so snugly live
Is ripped open with teeth
And when that happens
You’re gonna fly in between the
Gear shift and the seat
And then maybe
Just maybe
The hand will be skilled enough to get you out
If you’re lucky enough they even look

But even as messed up as that is
Or even as wasted as Kesha is
She has a point
We are who we are
Sincerely, The Breakfast Club

You took my eyes
Your body is the braille for my words
You took my air and replaced it with electricity
You took the subtle gravity and replaced it with only you
Your words are soft like skin
Your presence is a lullaby to a girl that never sleeps

It’s hard to see looking through your eyes
Because all I see is Facebook via iPhone 5
But then again, talking **** is America’s favorite past-time
So I shouldn’t be surprised
I’m hitting the “Unfriend" button
On every lost cause
That shoots me a smile

I’m using my best words
Saying my greatest lines
For someone that can’t even hear me.
Come on, you know I’m there,
You can feel me.
Feel my breath on the back of your neck,
My fingers tracing the curves of your back,
Cold feet on yours under the covers.
You know I’m there
I am forever in the corners of your eyes
The eyes that focus on her porcelain body
What we were is swept under the bed
While she is cuddled up under the covers