cherrycoke

eye contact

the cops are killing,

the sidewalks are graveyards

but here i am forgetting the world--spilling my mind

onto you and nobody that’ll listen

Let me break out of my body just for a minute

oh baby i\'m falling hard

into your brain in the nervous visions

i’ve created to keep my limbs moving

i’ll write my suicide letter in dollar store lipstick

on the school bathroom mirror

for all the kids to see  

i think i like you but you can’t hear

you’re not here--sitting two seats away from me

or halfway across town

i’ll see you around but won’t look you in the eye

cause I like killing myself one missed opportunity

at a time.