she says, "he's writing a novel". i told her that's called smoking dope. she said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now. . she's got more bounce back than my, my stretch armstrong doll.
Oh, I just found out, I've been tripping on the shadows of my doubts. If you backed them up, the way we're taught to hide. A rage that's ripping at me from all sides.
The Kansas sun, behind I left everyone. There was no getting over, no place to hide. With a future as open wide. As the shirt on Travolta in 'Staying Alive'.
She lost herself when the meds kicked in. Staring at a chair where her folks had been. All she wanted to tell them was 'I'm alright'. It's late and a stillness hangs on her hall.