i am so sick of sitting in the back row. but the height i seem to be is too tall to sit in the front. i like painted red shoes with grass shoelaces and when the whole world is wearing them you'll thank me. i'm pretty sure i want something more than whatever this is, cause let me to you,
this kinda sucks.
i see through lenses and hear through ears. i walk on two feet, hop on one and sing on my knees. if you ask me something, i can tell you the answer to the question beneath the question. one day i'll ask you to hit me, because i'll have never been in a fight. i cry in sad movies and laugh in funny ones. if i'm embarrasing, i'm not sorry in the least. music has to be loud enough on ipods for other people to listen along with you. words should be in bold. homework should be forgotten. i think one day i'll fall off a swing and brake a bone, but till then i'm safe and whole in my sheeted bed.
this is a kiss goodnight, by the way.
blown to you from across the park.
remember that i said it first,
i meant it all first.