long ago just like the match you strike

when i die bury me in a coffin of my own blood 

where my thoughts are spewing out in a way that 

doesn’t make sense to anybody but me

the streets of a city i stand under the lights

smoking a light that she bought for me

she stands next to a man she’s been dreaming of

i stand in leopard print tights nervous because i

wish i was older

desperately trying to hide and grow up