on days of ressurrection like
i was the real jesus christ.
all this time ive wasted it in the sun
hoping for more than ive ever given.
restrained to a life of being a bad person,
now i am one.
and then she says she would like to
see me when i'm angry;
in fact her life lacks thunderstorms
and probably she's waiting for lightning.
i'm always down for this
kind of being nice and everyone around me
seem to make me realize
i have to work myself up a lot
before i grow up.
internally i daydream of emancipation
when in reality i'm still the same child
i was yesterday.