I've been hiding
behind my shadow
convinced growing up
is just another thing I am
not particularly suited for
responsibility is a lesson
I don’t have the patience to learn
I've been skipping
every assignment handed my way
rolling joints with the eviction notices
and getting high on the worries
blistered on a child of the streets
fingertips;
fingertips that learned to hold onto
objects
tighter than anything that is alive
breathing is an apology you eventually
pay for with your life
so knock a button off your collar
and smoke this with me
as time passes us by
like another bullet that
hasn't hit us
yet.