Meet Me In St. Louis What Happened To You Dylan You Used To Be Someone I Could Trust
a french tuxedo for the impostor
a smile to make her daddy proud
make him keep his voice down
a copper torpedo
may seem a little hostile
a quick reaction
a small investment
i'm on my best behavior
in my favourite posture
this is my statement
of self improvement
spoken between panic breaths
a written apology
a polite note to reader
a statement of intent
or a letter bomb to myself
i tried this once before
its inevitable
write it down
tear it up
but i'll keep it this time round
confession
transparency, irrelevance, insignificance
quietly evaporate
i don't want to matter to anyone
windows and glass
disappear entirely
temporarily cease to exist
there's bleach yellow lens flare across your faces
i'm so, so sorry
i'm telling you i remember when we were kids i just
wanted to stay like that for good
i get my temper from injuries i cant recall
ok i'll write it down and sing it to you
panic breaths
