I don't know how to be pretty
when the subway is all crowded
and that dream I had about you last night
still lingers in my mind like strawberry candy
I don't know how to smile
when my backbone cracks under the weight
of dull nightmares and wet dirt eyes
I don't know how to touch
another man's soul without tainting
my ego and my blue&red affection
I don't know how to love
this cyan sky or my fragile friends
or that feeling of warm daffodils
between my toes and my fingers
I don't know how to be smart
enough to count,smart enough to stand tall,
smart enough to believe it myself
I don't know how to behave
in this white shirt
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