monkeybutt

i'm tired of this
i'm tired of waiting for this
i'm tired of waiting for your endless when are you going to tell me this
these people the way they watch us the way
they always look so forlorn and sad when you are the one
you are the one who is forlorn and sad
you are remote and alone
you go looking for acceptance with dangerous girls
you want something you cannot have
you cannot have what you want
i do not fucking care what you think
i take pictures of what i want
i wish i could write like you can
i wish we could smile the way we used to
when the sun would splash down on our faces
when we would hide in shadows
when your mother was alive
did she tell you
she loved you?
did you love her?