She makes me feel
Like my bones are filled with air
As if I’m breathing helium

I’m drifting upwards
I think I would go to the
Stratosphere

To keep this perfect feeling
The lightness of all her love
For just a bit longer

Oh look and see him
That fellow on the pedestal there
He’s the golden boy, Mr. Perfect, number one
How did he get there you ask?
What did he do that was so magnificent
It allowed him to wow you all
To climb to the top?

Because while he’s been there
On his ever glorious podium
Sitting on his fat *** and humming
I've been using ****** busted claws
To desperately try and reach that place
Through academics and sports and awards and things
As he got all the attention for no ******* reason


Why you all can’t just see my value?
Is it you or I that’s blind?
Can’t you see my use; the benefits I’d bring you?
Or at least, realize how fractured his stupid golden boy image is
And see the tantrum throwing *** that screams at me?
It must be me who’s blind, and not just that
I’m also worthless

There is this girl
I used to know

I knew her long ago
Years and years ago

I was rather rude
Crude and immature

Now I meet the girl from
Years and years ago

She’s just so broken
A fractured shard of

That dorky but brave girl I picked on
Years and years ago

I can’t help but think that
That I was a fraction of the crowd

That broke her down
Years and years ago

How will I know
When I am in love?

When she knows I don't have
Any of the answers

Yet it doesn’t change
The way she looks at me

Every once in awhile I would see
Her façade weaken to a breaking point
She would shut down and cry in front of me

She’d let me comfort her
Run my fingers through her hair
Touch the planes of her skin in soothing ways

Listening as I whispered consolations
Completely unaware or perhaps just
Too exhausted to even care

That I was relishing her failure and the
Intimate opportunity it gave me
To touch and try to win her over

Till she reset her mask of power
Forcing her to put me back in place as her
Devoted best friend and hapless desirer

It's not far on this path
That we would go
It’d be a stumble away
If you would just go on and run
I know you won't take the plunge

If I could push you
Just shove you over the edge
I might do it cause
You would catch yourself
I know you won’t take the plunge

This thing we’ve been doing
It’d be gone by now if it’d meant nothing
It would've faded out by now like a dream
Clearly we’ve got something better than that
I know you won’t take the plunge


I've been waiting for months now
You know that no one gets my attention like that
I’ve been hanging around even though I doubt
You’ll ever grow a pair and finally man up
I know you won’t take the plunge

I struggle to express myself
With words anymore

Instead I’ve taken to the
Slightly masochistic method

Of running like mad
As means of release

My feet pounding on the pavement
My muscles screaming in agony

Up to the painful peaking point
Where everything finally numbs

It feels like every hurtful mental musing
Has been forced out of my body

My mind finally quiets if only for a short while
At which point I lace my sneakers and repeat