i miss the childhood i left in the car window
orange juice *****
baby swings n stealing hot wheels
snow angels, growing seeds like they were our fallen teeth
strawberry plants, candy necklace lovr
my father only loved my mother allowing him to hit me n  a few places in between

ive got a bad case of earphone head
added to the laundry list of reasons to commit suicide
im not the outline i was born to be
josh says he's talking to voicemails
n i guess we all kinda are
my legs are melting, dripping from telephone babies
i don't want yr hours i want socks without holes in the toes
i keep forgetting to bring the tea that reminds me of her soft skin
i think she is an angel
either way ill end up like the bride ghost

a mood ring couldn't show how i feel 4 you
, yr a caffeine halo n the tender gums of childhood
i have  never been anything but shotgun shells and outlines
i want you to love me when a comb and toothbrush are my only complaints
cough into my shoulder baby it'll pass it'll pass
i think i was born loving you

mood ring sentiments
ants down the sink
my baby teeth in the blender
tender tea leaves, a fistfight bound
it scarred my beautiful girl
you can glue my already attached limbs to my body but they won't be mine

stuck in the blender, tender knuckles n glass
sleep between bone, add water, rinse n repeat
never a god and never mine
soap carvings, fruit drawings; yr my sugar ant
i'm going to die n i can't feel anything about it
either way, i'm still holding down yr kid

undoubling foot and roof
soft sting of sore muscles
between eye and glass
waiting for the portrait to tremble and meet me
soap carving stick to the walls of one's lungs
pour me between teeth and gum; i'll stay, i'll stay
even if it doesn't feel right in my head
i'd rather the weakness of skin than pain

tethered to bed and bruise
cut through orange and flesh
you can swim between chest and shoulder
disassemble my ribs for the chance to breathe and in exchange i'll write you into my wall
yet still i want to take something more than motion from you