I wish you could feel.
Like a real girl.
Or that you were into me.
And my crappy ranting prose.
I wish you were here, I think we'd be having a blast.
Running from cops, hopping borders, chewing on infadels.
I guess I'm waiting for something exciting.
Like a horde of rampaging bears on unicycles.
And maybe, I think you've got that energy behind those eyes, and that smirk that requires no reservations.
I guess, maybe deep down, I'm hoping you're as genuine as me.
Are you a liar?
Are you a user?
Do I care?
I guess this grin devouring my face is my answer.
Maybe I'm just curious... hoping to prove myself.
Hoping for the chance.
Because, I dunno, maybe deep down, I think I'm the best,
and if not the best, I'm better than what you've had thrown in your face.
I'll put on my happi, and we'll take the train to the distant promise of sunset.
Half my life... left in obscurity, a small smile on the side of the road. I wouldn't mind. Maybe this trip is exactly what my soul is shopping for.
