summer

carve me out of these winding roads,
make time slow,
so i can breathe till the end of summer,
these fantasies are killing me forever,
kiss me for the minute, ignore me forever
i’m running out of ways to hope, ways to cope
i’ve been using strawberry-scented soap
but that doesn’t lure you into me
maybe it’s my squeaky knees, big glasses
--i’m just not fit for the masses
i heat up when i see you blurred into the corner of my eye
i’ll be your psychopathic, anxiety-fueled heart attack
you’ll be my reason to float, reason to straighten my back
i’m close to dying, far from trying
melodrama’s in my blood--my best friend
i’ll show you the sun and make you ascend
only in my sad little crushing dreams
i need to find a way to settle for less than your attention
use shaving cream just for me
and never only feel pretty if a boy wants to fuck me
i think i’m stuck inside a pipe dream.