he looks at me
with the red badge of courage on his arm
I want an expensive coffee
and a decadent magazine
I want to forget what I hate and be skinny
have money
kiss the enemy
but it's so hard
when I'm cold, and I'm a radical, and
the Bible stares me down
it's easy to say
I won't.
I will.
please don't look at me with your
red badge of courage
I might feel bad
and heaven forbid another
over privileged american teenage
GIRL
have her feelings hurt.

its funny
ethereal maybe
I wonder what its like to be you
because you're so
happy
never melancholy
I feel like I could walk across the
light fixtures
when you play guitar
"chill"
you say
and smile
ethereal maybe
so strange to be you, maybe
you look like
the music you listen to
and I feel like
we could be friends.