This is actually a song, I’m gonna record this later on guitar I think–but for now, here’s the lyrics.
i’m driving down the freeway at 9:30 sharp
slept in past both my alarms, forgot to wash my face
but i’ll brush my teeth when i’m in the shower
if that’s what it takes
wishful truths, no law for youth
i feel like some cliché
i’m swallowing back another panic attack
and i’m never coming back to this place
i’m scraping knees on gravel
treating bee-stings with honey
i’m crying over spilled milk
i’m crying over tea
i’m hungry and i’m sore
and i just wanted to eat
but sure i’ll take the money
so i can buy myself some big kid shoes
and fuck them up real bad
so i can try to stay awake
try to keep my tenses straight
nous devons partir bientôt
mais je suis desolee
been pulling back into my chest and
sleeping in a ribcage
listening to my heart beat strong and steady
and i’ll walk across the stage
but i never finished ninth grade
but i never earn it, never feel it
nestle up inside my DNA
i’ll be good
you’ll call me brilliant
and i’ll swoon just like the
winter trees as february sun shines
through their leaves
i’ll try not to worry
sweet fucking 16
tie up the monsters in the closet
read some history
i burned my feelings in the microwave
and damn it tastes like victory