there once was a day.
unlike today.
where i woke up and said i would like to play.
today felt strange
like a bird hitting glass
the definition of insanity
doing it over and over
and "expecting" different results
but where does that part
from the reality of life
where expectations are unavoidable
and there is hope where you lay
with thought in your head
and you can sit in your mind without having dread
i believe that there is a place
where straight girls dont lie
and chickens ride mooses
and there is a different plural to moose
but today doesnt matter
for there is a blue army guy with a gun
showing me that there is no more fun
when your heart is smushed
by the one you like
who does not like you
for she likes A GUY>
