an eyelash on my finger
and i make a wish blow it away
what would i even say
what would i even do
what would i even dream anymore
if i got it
i spin spin spin round
some disaster goes faster
tumble to the ground (and then you say.. i think we're alone now)
sometimes players fail to play
and then the game is over
my latest melodrama, the fun new trend (skip to the end)
i was never after
some fake discovery of laughter
is it? though? i don't know
nothing is written in anyone's stone
and no one's cover is anywhere blown
and everything's nothing
so i'll just go home
pace the floor, pretend i soar
make the wildest of my fantasies dance freely in the recesses of absolutely nowhere
so
bored..
maybe i'll sing too
that much, i know to be true.
words on my lips, blow it away
what would i even do
what would i even say
what would i even dream,
anymore
maybe i wouldn't
be
so
bored
