I was a child when you went away
But we always met back up
I said I’d get you some violets
But Alex needs to lend me a buck
Trying to be ruthless
Is spent on the toothless
Or us
We were pretty
And painless
One for the aimless
We gave it to Lindsay
On us.
And all I can say is that you went away
And always came back
In the worst of times
They were your worst of times and
Mine.
And pennies disabled
You’re Betty Grable
But I’m not.
You’re hot.
I was going to be a symphony
Of some imaginary
Horse manure-y
Time plot
But you gave your all
So now we have to fall to
Men in their 40’s
As tall
As us
Because we are full grown
Full grown and unknown
Full grown
And unknown
Full grown
And unknown
The best is in our future
Like remember nestle’ couture
Or laying on our beds
Our heads rest against our heads
We are bottom feeders in beds
That’s what we read
So lets be aimless in our futures
Point blame within our Jaeger LeCoultre’
Involuntary puke, yeah
That’s rad
Thanks mom
I’m glad
You aren’t my real mother
Just a golden opportunity away
From choking each other
Go to town.
I was going to be a symphony
Of some imaginary
Horse manure-y
Time plot
But you gave your all
So now we have to fall to
Men in their 40’s
As tall
As us
Because we are full grown
Full grown and unknown
Full grown
And unknown
Full grown
And unknown
And if some gray town, blue-eyed girl later
Comes crashing into my space, maybe I’ll hate her
But I never hated you
In fact you covered me with dew
The kind that leaves you shattered and cold
In the morning when you’re meant to sleep outside
With monuments to hide
Because you’re just that much damn better than your mom
Say it ain’t wrong.
It ain’t wrong.
We will build a better bear
I swear.
Love, Carolyn. And Marylin.
And Jayne.
