you're forgetting that your mom is waiting at home for you
she's making ravioli for dinner tonight
your favorite
a peace offering
you're forgetting that it's much easier to grow up
than grow down
what will you do when you've grown up too tall?
i know you love alice
but the trick to growing can't be found with things labled
'eat me'
'drink me'
'smoke me'
who did you imagine was going to save you from yourself?
a beautiful tragedy the headlines will proclaim
you're beautiful
beautiful
tragic
you asked me the meaning of life every day in art class
watercolors draped across papers between us
'what's the point?'
i answered differently every day
because i hoped it would give you a small reason to keep coming back
ha
ha
as if my words were more appealing
than that heartbreaking boy who smelled sweet and smoky and very illicit