Today is my birthday
and everyone's excited
but I don't know why.
Say I'm another year older
but I can't tell the time.
Seems like yesterday was a Wednesday
now it's two months from now
and my homework is due.
The one that I didn't do.
You know how time gets away from you?
And now I'm twenty
but if you ask
I'll say that I'm eighteen
because the past two years have been
kind of a blur.
I think I'd like to slow down
like the honey in this jar
that's taking so dang long to pour out,
so now I'm late for class,
hopped on the bus,
I'd barely the time to finish my honey toast
before my destination came
barreling around the corner
toward me.
And I have to work
twice as hard
because I have no
inspiration.
All my friends have spiraled outward
from this train wrecked
mess I call my
self. No words can
heal the pain that
I have caused on
every soul I've
touched and still
you trust me with your
house, your dog, your mail
while you are
on vacation on some island
that I could never afford
and still my skin is pale as ever
living here up in the north.
My only friend now is my cat
I've never been the type
to keep a friend or two
'cause once they stop to
get to know me
they'll regret it.
I'll leave you only in ashes
Leave you there to dust yourself
up into a dusting pan
and what will you do then?
You say you hate me,
how do you think I feel
about myself? My
selfishness
will be my doom,
you tell me every day.
But in this moment
all I see is
everyone, so anxious to leave
but I've been right
here all my life
and I'm in no hurry.
Should I be in a hurry?
