I grew up in New York
I got classy in Connecticut
I can't say I'm an adult
I haven't gone that far yet
I'm trying to find me in florida
But seem to be really lost
I'd send out a search party
But who can find a ghost?
I have to take pictures
Just to see my soul
Since I left georgia
I don't know my role
So while I'm in purgatory
Ill focus on poems
And hope myself shows up
And if it does, I hope i know it
With my fraudulent facade
I'm trying not to fade
So ill soak up this sun
And wait for me to bake
And when I get a little life back
Ill be heading out west
And won't care about my score
On my adolescence test
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