pity party

oh androgynous prince
why fire too much
serotonin like candy cannons
shooting holes through clothes
too big we drown in vacant space
what doesn’t bore you kills

and i am a jukebox

spitting out thoughts in Madonna-style stop
staring with those bird eyes you better go
when pious aunties go rogue on blue Skittles and Vicodin

*cough* run *cough*

i threw a school DJ in the trunk
i threw a school DJ in the trunk
fuck, i threw a school DJ in the trunk!

[screeching tires]

we are roaming on the edge of this city
with our heads in the otherwise bodies over the ledge
they are staring, won’t notice
I said, nobody will notice
except they

[sirens]

!get in the car now! drool like a madman!

smile through the cracks of prison, forget where you came from, drench the shadow preceding you, leading you, ditch it before you enter to get shackled with the question

does it matter? 

ditch your shadow before you enter to get shackled with the question 

does it matter?

when we’re stitched to teenagers consigned to lives of servitude with eyes running wild at seeing doors leading to

wherever we are not