We were the mystery
We were the shaking of heads
We were the whispers in the bathroom at 11 am
We were the smoke in the hallways
We were the leaves catching on air currents
like "I don't care how or why but I'm going somewhere"
We were balled up bills in the crook of
someone's sweaty Xanax palm
We were the lamps at night burning
We were the lasers on the ceiling
We were the lines of chemicals waiting on the counter
We were nothing good
nothing but mud and regrets on our feet
The teachers shook their heads
wondered to themselves how we ever got to sleep
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
We were the mystery
We were the shaking of heads
We were the whispers in the bathroom at 11 am
We were the smoke in the hallways
We were the leaves catching on air currents
like "I don't care how or why but I'm going somewhere"
We were balled up bills in the crook of
someone's sweaty Xanax palm
We were the lamps at night burning
We were the lasers on the ceiling
We were the lines of chemicals waiting on the counter
We were nothing good
nothing but mud and regrets on our feet
The teachers shook their heads
wondered to themselves how we ever got to sleep
