Peroxide princess shine like shark teeth
Maybe you hate,
Maybe you love the way it feels,
The attention going to your head is facing the wrong way,
But the boys know how to heed it
And we come full-circle to embracing our roles of hero, idiot, villain.
The latter being lonely and un-medicated.
Weeks turn into days,
Days become one,
A dusk and a dawn,
It stretches and bends,
Bleeding together,
Especially the sleepless ones,
Or even the medicated ones.
It’s still Thursday.
