when my hair is holding water it reaches past my lower back
I remember how I've always wanted to run away
and now that I finally have the chance, I'm crying because my voice
isn't loud enough yet to make it in one piece.
the sand is falling faster than it was last week, and the week before that.
your happy birthday balloon is caught in the wires and we took the
long way home just to avoid being
the same people we were yesterday.