In an upside-down garden
Disappearing act got fired from the circus
left her on the telephone wire to a
foreign country where no one answers the phone
but it wouldn't matter because no one's got
the time to speak in english anymore,
besides, who wants to listen to her speak
about the pineapple turning pink
when she's got desperation ringing in her voice
and she won't answer when they ask her what's wrong.
Inspiration in avoidance, she hates how
he no longer talks to her, never explaining
why or even who is taking up his energy,
simply vanishing at the most inopportune moments,
green sharpies scribble emotion on computer screens
reflections of her sent all across the world
how could she think she could control the rain
when she can't even control her own tears?
She wants to float away in hot air balloon heaven
find out if the clouds do taste like marshmellows
destroy the matters that plague her mind
sex ruins teenage relationships but no one listens
to the wisdom stuck inside her fourtune cookie mind
they have to find out the hard way.
She washed away your windows and you look
willing away the feelings but she cries when she
once said that you can spot the ones with no hope
from a mile away, but if it's the truth
how come no one's picked her out of the crowd yet
stupid kids won't listen when you feel
younger than any of them and they ruin their lives
as easily as they ruin your life and their teeth.
When does it ever begin to matter?
[This message has been edited by Allysa (08-07-2003 12:34 PM).]