words: Sabrina Rei
should've put an end to this three years ago
when the boys in my DMs were clearly still on my side
when the whole damn world wide web would peep at my sad little life
cry out, "oh god what a pity, she was only just starting to thrive!"
time doesn't stop in the rearview;
it runs roughshod over my youth--
a stampede of hooves
on sun-damaged skin no Korean beauty trend
can keep long hidden.
my favorite shows are in rerun.
they rebooted that film we both loved.
not even hot summer nights
could ever keep us from projecting it on a sheet
in the room directly above
where the addicts tell tales of their secret lost loves
Ironic that i've never felt so like me
than when I went scorched earth, changed every last thing
down to the freckles i painted each day
to keep your interest from fading away
it's hard to compete with the girl in your memory.
well, babe, i'm bored out of my brains
by the same old chain store picture frames
the families we drag off the stage
so our resting bitch faces will bloom ever green
it's not the warmth, the spall or the spotlight
it's the heat from the steam.
oh heavens to betsy!
i tried, i tried to put out the flames before they all burned us alive
i woke on the wrong side of the wrong bed
broke the eggs outside the pan
watched them slip off the counter, splatter on the linoleum
i tried, i tried
god, how hard i tried.
should've put an end to this three years ago
when the angels above were still on my side
when the view from the edge of the world
looked like the greatest high dive.
