**** it up,* they'll say
and sit up straight.
But don't you see that we cannot simply do as we are told?
Our generation as a whole is the sweaty gym sock lost between lockers
and the confusion between the zebra being black with white stripes or white with black stripes
and the fine print on the advertisements that reads "for entertainment purposes only"
We, as one, are towered over
underpowered
piled upon with high pressure
and the balloon has to someday burst.
You can be whatever you want to be is the number one statement that the Statue of Liberty cannot hold for her hands are too high and the meaning is written in a frequency too low.
We are are the glass bones that will shatter on wood and there is no carpet or cushion below us and we are tumbling down in what we think we love and what we know we hate.
When the scissors cut crooked, think of us.
We are slammed while we slam and try to create a steady beat which goes stray within the car horns and crow caws.
Small and underestimated.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC
**** it up,* they'll say
and sit up straight.
But don't you see that we cannot simply do as we are told?
Our generation as a whole is the sweaty gym sock lost between lockers
and the confusion between the zebra being black with white stripes or white with black stripes
and the fine print on the advertisements that reads "for entertainment purposes only"
We, as one, are towered over
underpowered
piled upon with high pressure
and the balloon has to someday burst.
You can be whatever you want to be is the number one statement that the Statue of Liberty cannot hold for her hands are too high and the meaning is written in a frequency too low.
We are are the glass bones that will shatter on wood and there is no carpet or cushion below us and we are tumbling down in what we think we love and what we know we hate.
When the scissors cut crooked, think of us.
We are slammed while we slam and try to create a steady beat which goes stray within the car horns and crow caws.
Small and underestimated.
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