if smiles could make a comeback
if going down on you was the solution
if the fireworks actually burned my throat
then everything would be
kind of like the color orange-
sort of hazy, in the end
nothing disgusting;

i wouldn't be complaining if
for a sudden change of pressure
i lost my change
but i would complain
in the case of leakage,
someone has broken into my
and has taken something that never belonged to them.

i don't want it back, keep it.
it's kind of rotten now.
it used to be bright,
with a brand new metallic finish,
it's called will, hopes, and dreams

not to be confused with love
for i have never stolen
a single lonely heart
and i have never
heard mine stitch itself back up.