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Jynx
Can you keep up with me,
See if you can roll with me
I'm pretty quick, nothing to prove
Or gain or lose
Sometimes I get shy, cuz I'm unfocused, lonely old despair, again I got too stoned
Fall into intricate fractals and nuances
My journal is a portal home
I realize now that I'm 37, how autistic I am
People scare me more than actual demons could
And I miss my dad sometimes
Under all them addictions, distractions and darkness
He was a super good guy
And I was the light in his life
What more could a lonely little girl ask for but
They needed him more
So I let them have him
I was brave and didn't complain
A lot of times I would pretend that nothing bad ever happened
That I lived out back in the jungle and the creek
Behind the fence of my mom's back yard
And I was free and no one called my name
And if they did I changed my name anyway
Jynx is what they call me.
I Rollerblade on neon rainbow sunsets
Headphones mixed tape singing around
"Hello hello hello"
The world is mine and I feel sweet and i feel kind
Like I wanna shine and give it my everything
My blessings and loveliness, friendship for all I can see
And nothing can stop me from having fun and being free
Nothing but the street lamps that come on
As dusk to begins to set
I head back to my place of rest
My room was watched by many heads
I dont know why they kept such close eyes on me
I stayed awake, I prayed every night
I am sure some protecting force kept me safe
Sad that she never came to pick me up
Out of my prison bed and the terror I saw
Out the window on the roofs of the houses
Looking at me with them radioactive green eyes
When I called and cried and tried escaped
Time and time again its always best
To run away before someone leaves you
And I'm quick on my rollerblades.
I can't hear anyone call my real name
Under these headphones
I'm singing all the words and all the chords
I am my own world
I'm not a boy or a girl
I'm a pink squirl
And my name is Jynx.
See if you can roll with me
I'm pretty quick, nothing to prove
Or gain or lose
Sometimes I get shy, cuz I'm unfocused, lonely old despair, again I got too stoned
Fall into intricate fractals and nuances
My journal is a portal home
I realize now that I'm 37, how autistic I am
People scare me more than actual demons could
And I miss my dad sometimes
Under all them addictions, distractions and darkness
He was a super good guy
And I was the light in his life
What more could a lonely little girl ask for but
They needed him more
So I let them have him
I was brave and didn't complain
A lot of times I would pretend that nothing bad ever happened
That I lived out back in the jungle and the creek
Behind the fence of my mom's back yard
And I was free and no one called my name
And if they did I changed my name anyway
Jynx is what they call me.
I Rollerblade on neon rainbow sunsets
Headphones mixed tape singing around
"Hello hello hello"
The world is mine and I feel sweet and i feel kind
Like I wanna shine and give it my everything
My blessings and loveliness, friendship for all I can see
And nothing can stop me from having fun and being free
Nothing but the street lamps that come on
As dusk to begins to set
I head back to my place of rest
My room was watched by many heads
I dont know why they kept such close eyes on me
I stayed awake, I prayed every night
I am sure some protecting force kept me safe
Sad that she never came to pick me up
Out of my prison bed and the terror I saw
Out the window on the roofs of the houses
Looking at me with them radioactive green eyes
When I called and cried and tried escaped
Time and time again its always best
To run away before someone leaves you
And I'm quick on my rollerblades.
I can't hear anyone call my real name
Under these headphones
I'm singing all the words and all the chords
I am my own world
I'm not a boy or a girl
I'm a pink squirl
And my name is Jynx.
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