would you have it any other way?
somedays, i’m sure i’ll die young
and leave behind a history of catty remarks
and callous requests for attention and permission and light
i’m convinced we can fit the sun in the vein of a spider’s left foot
you know, the one closest to the ground
i’m sure i’ll die young
i’m sure i’ll die young
i’m sure i am young and have nothing new to say to you
i’m convinced the moon turns on that axis just to offend the other planets
it says, look at me! not a star not yet a stagnant mass of rock in this milkway
the way you’re destined to be
the moon is an opinionated one
it tells me when to bleed
when to howl
and when to look out my window and wonder why i’m still alone
after all these years of loaded smiles and emptied triggers
the guest list for a pity party is fairly short
so we save on snacks and alcohol
but not on party favors and playlists
it’s always a challenge
to dance by yourself
and not step on anyones toes
i’m sure i’ll die young
but i’m more sure i will die in a bed all my own
all alone
all composed
all cold
it’s bound to be winter when i bite the dust
it’s bound to be winter when i make up
this story
about that one time i was sure i’d die young
and i was absolutely sure the planets had thoughts
and even more sure that you make me more angry than any one person should have the
capacity to
yes, i’m definitely talking to you
somedays, i’m sure i’ll die young
but i will take you with me
and the worms will feast on our animosity
and the newest planets will be composed of our grumpy bones
and bloody stones in our bellies
i will eat you alive, young man, i will eat you alive
if only i could get that super nova out of that spider’s foot
and into your left eyelash
then the glint in your eye
would be all mine
and i wouldn’t care if you were evil
so long as you’re young and decaying
i’m sure we will die young
but i’m not going out alone
and you cannot sever anymore limbs from this rotten body
because i left them all in your bed
all my limbs are in your bedlam
the universe has this thing called a chaos theory
and everything is moving towards entropy
so explode already
you’re bursting at the seams
somedays, i’m sure i’ll die young
and leave behind a history of narcissistic building plans
and untouched lips
thousands and thousands of untouched lips.
