Sitting in a large and Somehow unfamiliar house I am tired of my childhood Tired of these purple walls And PG movies Decorating Christmas trees This all feels too young For me Part of me feels strange To leave behind The fairy lights And sleepless nights With best friends in a hot tub I was grown on Poptarts And Sunday morning shows None of that feels right anymore
I think my only goal in life is to pump out as many horrible poems as possible.