listen
words by razberrychaos, music by me and raz
***
when she was young and full of piss
she painted wheels on a cardboard box
drove out to the middle of a desert sunrise
thinking who’m i gonna be if i can’t be i?
came back with talons instead of nails
and a mind as broad as a schooner’s sails
lips the color of desert hills
acquired an iguana, named him bill
she plays shoebox guitar
waves to the people from her yard
all fucked up but better off by far than you or i
little miss misfit
now the kids at school didn’t know what to think
as she maneuvered her bike around with a hot pink
pirate’s eye-patch and safety-pin hair
she was a bookworm dork with an anarchist’s flair
in a world as diverse as the creatures of the sea
i thought for sure they’d let her be
but the world is different to different beings
last time i saw her she was riding free
into that desert sunset
laughing like a maniac
No comments:
Post a Comment