Plain Rice

these slippery sidewalks
I've created.
"let me stay!"
sticky pavement
growing underneath the trees
"i just hate that place."
orange railroads
trailing side by side by side
empty mailbox
i guess I'm just along for the ride.
but it's kinda funny-
how in a few days it can all go away.
and in a few days
you're glad you couldn't stay.
and in a few days-
things could be this way.
i think you should know;
I'm afraid to sing in front of noisy crowds
or nosey people,
or, people with noses.
people sometimes look at me,
but they all say they have hands as well.
they wear pants as well,
they all dance as well.
and most don't hold my glance so well.
i figured it would all be the same.
icy breath on the window frame.
drip drop- drip drop. goes the icy rain.
i shiver and shiver in my chair.
and wish my hands weren't so empty,
and wish my arms weren't so bare,
i sing love songs in the shower
and laugh when i fall down
and i cover my face when i wake up.
but only when your around.
driving down those long roads my heart seemed heavy
my eyes seemed full
and it all spilled out because i let it all down and i opened up like i wouldn't think i would.
silly girl you drone on to much.
always about that silly little thing.
my face is wet but it's not the same
and my mouth is curved but,
in a flip-flop sort of way.
my torso- feel so light with you.
my naval- feels so odd with you.
twice have i died- bring me back to life.
Bring me, back to life.
show me- how to live like you.
teach me- to see the way you do.
let me- also help you too.
because when I'm alive I'm so alive.
i tend to fret about little things.
i feel a bit scared of what war this brings.
like before- there were many things.
seasons change, and so do the leaves.
so whats stopping you from stopping me?
and I'll just be here squirming in my seat.
until once again i can feel your heart beat.
but when i die again,
if i die again-
I'm not sure when I'll wake again,
if i wake again.
but your voice is like sugar.
and your words are like honey.
and i get all funny.
and my days are getting dreary
and my nights are getting older
and that silly little thing is tapping on my shoulder.
and i want to sing along.
with it's silly little song.
sing with me.
sing with me.
sing with me.