I like you sort of beat up and a little torn
“I am lying”, your safe words were sworn
This is how I think we were born
Curious, uncomfortable, and pure
For so long I was never sure
Of much beyond sickness and cure
Sunlight on a happy girl
My brother's various head injuries
A teacher that had a go at me
These things were real first
High school was a lot like a cartoon army
You got drawn into it and you followed its rules
Your face would forever be 2D, but the rest of you got free
I became a mechanical engineer
I learned credit was nothing to fear
I was cool with a beer, and a casual ear
The spectrum seemed a manic to tragic game
Being played in a cage of bright steel
And then everything was real.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 3:35 AM UTC
I like you sort of beat up and a little torn
“I am lying”, your safe words were sworn
This is how I think we were born
Curious, uncomfortable, and pure
For so long I was never sure
Of much beyond sickness and cure
Sunlight on a happy girl
My brother's various head injuries
A teacher that had a go at me
These things were real first
High school was a lot like a cartoon army
You got drawn into it and you followed its rules
Your face would forever be 2D, but the rest of you got free
I became a mechanical engineer
I learned credit was nothing to fear
I was cool with a beer, and a casual ear
The spectrum seemed a manic to tragic game
Being played in a cage of bright steel
And then everything was real.
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