My Backpack

Every dark alley in my head sunk under bathtub gin
This graveyard shift is too much for me
I, being the nervous wreck I am, dreamt of my best friend
who, as of late, doesn't mean anything to me
Odd how we despise each other in reality
Yet I want to play my guitar with her in my head.

The city got sick and I've run out of ibuprofen for the first time in my life
And the lion wanted to fly so I clipped kerosene wings to its back
and rode it home
Where it overdosed on benzedrine
as
Ms. Jones told me the schoolyard bullies were calling for
Adelaide
I told her I can't help her anymore
because Adelaide is not my friend
And I don't want to see her ever again

There are no in betweens when it comes to falling in love with sore losers
said the vineyard
black and blue cheeks disturbed what was a pleasent dream
I said I'll burn my own skyline
Humor can offset any tragedy
Even scuffed knees

Hail the Gym Class Loser
He's so stupid and careless
She was everything in his life for long enough
Writing off the agression
Like he was the only one