She said
It was a shame
We can’t change the news
My poetry is bad
And
I think we all are gonna die soon
We try so hard just to rep
What we can’t sell
We try so hard
And we
Can’t even live with ourselves
And I said
Shit
And she said
“I bet you could be the best I ever had
But I don’t even touch myself.”
And
All of my nightmares
They come true in neon
And I dreamed Toni Morrison made me a carrot cake
Told me I had to rep myself
If I don’t who will?
And maybe we try too hard
And maybe I work too much
And maybe I really am a loser
And maybe
Just maybe
All of our hearts broke
So long ago
On a dream
In a car
Chasing stars
Hoping for a life
And she said
I was so easy to tattoo
I never complain
And I said
It’s an art
And taking pain is easy
When you realize you’re already dead
But deep inside
If you knew
I feel like I deserve the pain
I keep seeing you get angry
I keep seeing you scream
I keep seeing you
I close my eyes
The heart can heal
But damn
I can’t change the news in my head….
It’s in my head….
