Don't Take It The Wrong Way.

I like it when traffics a blur,
I like not knowing who's been.
It's something else.
I've taken note of the flowerbed,
but there's never much to discuss.

Aren't you tired?
Haven't you had enough?
There's no undertones,
I'm just curious?

You kill yourself,
you're some modern martyr.
You'll be dead before 18,
I promise.

When are you coming out?
I've been waiting forever.
Houses get old.
What about cars?
You've never seen these beaches.
We go at night and scream.


When are you coming out?
It's getting a bit ridiculous.
I don't get it.