Pack your things in a box painted blue In a shoe box you found in the back of the closet Your school bag and the purse your sister loved We are leaving behind the memories Leave these cold nights and drive through the woods Find a lake to drown in and throw your family picture in too Get out of the water still breathing Still just barely alive We can kiss under the stars Love in the night as we leave everything we once knew Home doesn't have to be a place And it sure as hell isn't a person But maybe the feeling you give me is Lets thrive on nothing my dear We can be more than just our family Become the stars with me I'd like to burn
i'm back in school again, i wrote this in history class sitting next to quite possibly the most beautiful stranger I've ever seen.
I'm running. I'm running out of patience I'm running out of time I'm running from myself And All I do is cry. I'm running on empty I'm on autopilot now Breathing has become a labor And I just don't know how. This pressure is so suffocating I can't seem to smile I just want to run To Get away for a while. But these chains, they bind me here I can't let them down But I can't save myself I need you now. This emptiness is killing me I don't know where to turn And so I'll run into the sun And Away my soul will burn.
Don't worry about where you'll go in life or how much you do. You don't need that much pressure. You're barely 22! But if you are, it's okay. Because I know you'll go far. The key is to go with the flow for as long as you can. But some day you'll fall. In more ways than one. But you'll always get up Because there's more work to be done. But just because there's more work Doesn't mean there has to be any less fun. Sometimes, though, it may be hard to find. Some days, all you'll want to do is run. You won't care where. You'll just want to go away. But away is a scary place. A place with no rules. Of course, that's why some people stay. Whatever you decide, it's your decision to make. And don't be embarrassed when you make a mistake. Because you don't know what you don't know. And at first, you won't know a lot. But you'll get there. At least, I think you have a good shot. 😉
I live in a shoe And before you ask me any questions Or if this a metaphor Or try to sell me a spot in the latest **** development Let me assure you, I most definitely live in a shoe It is the left shoe to be exact Worn down and some spots extra layers of duct tape To keep out the winter cold And when it gets icy, I have to be careful For if I jostle it just right, the shoe can slide a couple feet You may ask me why, when, what and how And this is what I will say I used to work at a school, a crossing guard in the morning Lunch lady in the afternoon, and chaperone seeing the children off in the afternoon And with budget cuts, my job was the first to hit the floor And so was my pension My retirement was limited and with no health care It was impossible to see a doctor for my growing aches and pain And I was left with nothing, until I came across this shoe Abandoned and tattered, I took to fancying it up Scrubbing it out, making it into a home It took me a winter or two to get the insulation right And the city has all but forgotten this area So for now, I am safe Before the corporate giants clamor over the countryside Pulling up homes like weeds so they can plant their boxed in communities I am okay in my little spot Not long the runaways found me In school the children always ran to me for safety, and now Their children have found me, these lost children We are a little family of misfits, foraging off the land Keeping each other safe In a world that doesn’t even care if we are alive