i don't wanna use metaphors i don't want to be ignored anymore i don't want you to like her better anymore i don't want you to know anything anymore i want to change cd's i want to grow callouses thisfast i don't feel like being on the phone all the time i don't feel like being.

i hate driving on highway 85 because

i hate going to the supermarket because

i always see someone i know and i got lost in the supermarket once

as a sick girl.

a nice man in the refrigerated section found my mommy she cried like the day she did at the bus stop when we got new carpet and i took

and maybe it's wrong but i know

exactly who i wanna be

when i grow up.