eye contact

the cops are killing,
the sidewalks are graveyards
but here i am forgetting the world--spilling my mind
onto you and nobody that’ll listen
let me break out of my body just for a minute
oh baby i’m falling hard
into your brain in the nervous visions
i’ve created to keep my limbs moving
i’ll write my suicide letter in dollar store lipstick
on the school bathroom mirror
for all the kids to see  
i think i like you but you can’t hear
you’re not here--sitting two seats away from me
or halfway across town
i’ll see you around but won’t look you in the eye
cause i like killing myself one missed opportunity
at a time.