pixel princess and charity whore
i peek in real life and one day i will be all grown looking back
thinking, this was the show and dance
and i didnt even know it until now
brush your teeth so hard that youve got holes from it
held me so long that i got used to it
started spelling backwards and reading with the book closed and all papers folded neatly in a ball
so today i put in a cd that brings me back to feeling like a real piece of new jersey
something i love despite how it will always have a nicer figure than i will
each day i think about how the cool breeze makes me feel uncomfortable when it comes in the window in spring
how my skin perks up and i have a very unsettling sensation in the center of my body
i dont know why
i dont remember why
really its probably nothing but something worth forgetting
i have been sleeping in an arm chair
last night my mother called my name in the dark in this voice that made me feel embarassed
where was i? she was asking
or maybe instead, she was just demanding that i was there, even if i wasnt
either way
i keep thinking that the spring is just an in between [and is that possible] and will i ever stop dreaming my everyday thoughts in movable parts
will i ever be able to listen to this cd and not think about really good times
that make me want to cry