epilogue
oh oh my dear you’re cynical.
you’re just what i need.
You’re sitting there in your bracelets.
thinking about the way you need them.
you say they make you feel secure
in your own little S&M way.
you say it’s easier than talking to people.
they’ll make they’re judgments anyways
you’re thinking about the time
on the way home from the museum.
you realized that those feelings
we’re real; and that was okay.
you’re thinking ‘i am so weird.
How did i get this fucked up?
i swear to you i fucking suck’
but that’s just the way we play the game.
you’re singing a brand new anthem
from your favorite band’s most recent cd
the lyrics spin themselves around in your head
the lyrics make it all okay
you tears seem to dry there on your face.
and you say :
‘little girl you’re in the middle of the ride.. everything everything will be just fine’
sometimes you smile as if you believe it
but usually you pass it off as a lie
and you were fine.
you can be a little bit bitchy sometimes.
sometimes you’re insecure.
sometimes you’re judging books by their covers
but larry isn’t as pretty when he’s in the light.
and you’re not as beautiful
when you’re alone inside at night.