All those scared nervous nights
with the door not quite closed
all those shameful drunk fights
fall asleep in your clothes
playing war like a soldier
camp at aunt Billie Jean's
don't go back til they're sober
that was life so it seems
and you'd cuss out existence
hid away sad and blue
then return with resistance
no one even missed you
watch the lonely campfire
at thirteen wide awake
sleeping bag your eyes tire
under stars that don't hate
©2012 Lyn
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
All those scared nervous nights
with the door not quite closed
all those shameful drunk fights
fall asleep in your clothes
playing war like a soldier
camp at aunt Billie Jean's
don't go back til they're sober
that was life so it seems
and you'd cuss out existence
hid away sad and blue
then return with resistance
no one even missed you
watch the lonely campfire
at thirteen wide awake
sleeping bag your eyes tire
under stars that don't hate
©2012 Lyn
