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High Life

October 16, 2013
By Anonymous

I fear the reflection of myself in you
And I fear the ticking of the clock
It is killing me every second
You are killing me every second guess

I’m not vain only I know I’m perfect
Unapologetic, manic, but boy do I get a kick
Out of myself, I am so knocked round
Round the bend I apologize for my lack
Of electricity, the cold got into my clothes
But my heart is still a one-stop train to
New York City and those pretty lights
You and I used to co-idolize

Now look at me living the high life
Backflip the s*** out of Chicago nights
I’ll sing myself backwards to sleep
Inside-outness is a postcard you mailed me
“Wish you were here” I wish I wasn’t

I am the one who is invisible and idealized
A poster child and a natural disaster
You were a fever dream I chose to live
Undulating and pulsating you waver
Like water, like wind

Like water, like wind
I sink and you swim
You sent me out on a whim
And then turned it back in

Now look at me living the high life
Backflip the s*** out of Chicago nights
I’ll sing myself backwards to sleep
Inside-outness is a postcard you mailed me
“Wish you were here” I wish I wasn’t

Wish you were here
I wish I wasn’t



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