sometimes i feel so small.
either in the world or next to your accomplishments.
on occasion they're one in the same.
one day i will feel infinite.
maybe on a highway with the wind in my hair-the roadkill as my witness.
maybe on the edge of a cliff-i've always gotten a sick pleasure from flirting with death.
high on almost-innocence and best friends.
i would let you save me if i was sure you wouldn't try to get inside me.
the inside of this mind is just a step to the other side.
the lining of my brain is flowers and rainbows
but the core of me will always be a bruised gray.
the same gray of a cloudy morning.
it's the kind of day that changes lives
lives that are only clear in your 3 minute increments.
all i've ever wanted was for you to think of me when you're alone.
