My **** is today I got a low score My sweet is today I got to wake up.
I feel like a zombie today My mind drifting to somewhere else Yet my body is sitting in class about earthquakes And a teacher with a face-palming pronunciation and grammar.
"Percent..." I heard her say once. But it went percient instead.
I feel like sleeping today Not the usual snoring kind. That one with a total blackout where no one can wake me but me.
My sweet is today I get to write poems again A slam at most Now give me the mic (1, 2, 3, 4...)
My **** was yesterday I was watching a slam with a friend Not live, though And someone called me weird.
I feel like an idiot today Walking these halls and wasting this ink
But (I hope) Colleen Hoover doesn't mind I borrowed her version of **** and sweet