This time I know I’m not dying. This time I’m not too worried. It went away almost as soon as I stepped in the room. Stop yelling and scaring people. Just wait, this ain’t no comedy show. These aren’t props just a ridiculous display of affection. She was waiting in the deep blue seats. She turned around to face a red faced, puma wearing, middle aged, short haired, soccer mom who totally drives a grey mother fucking minivan. And she says the rash on her hand, currently spreading down her forearm, was caused by a mosquito. They both looked at me. The lady that had to turn in her chair to see me didn’t say anything but the other one looked at my head of hair and said is that real? But like a question she knew the answer to. She was jealous. Always waiting, never hating the places or scenes just taking it all in. I remember you cause all you wanted was booty but at least you were honest. I think I caught your disease. I thought I was free, apparently not. Step to the thought I got, cause there’s nothing wrong with cold feet or dabbling doubt.
Its all routine, trust me. I never felt great, just good. Something is slipping, whoa here we go. I’m in the corner and you tell me you’ve caught the blues. I wanna pick you up this time. I wanna swoop in and look like a hero.
