Where Is My Mind
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
taste like there's dirt in my finger nail
look at my hand, the others are clean
but one is painted by that Asian girl I met last night
...don't know what type of Asian she is...
Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, Philippine
....um...what are the other ones?
My heads on the ground and my hair is intermingling with the grass
I guess they're talking about the feeling of being chopped up
I feel pretty chopped up, in the inside I mean
If that was a visual, I'd be dead...right?
Like the fish I see in the sky
that can't be right, cause fish can't fly
they must be angel fish then...hahahaha
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and the sun is out but the stars keep buzzing
they kinda fly towards and whiz pass me
taunting little bastards, they know I'm trying to catch them
I think I tried to sell my soul to the devil as a kid so I could get all I want
Wrote him a note and everything and buried it underground
good thing I didn't dig too deep cause a second later
I got scared and ripped it apart...
My nail has that ying and yang thing painted on it
Good has some evil in it and Evil has some good
and that's the balance of the world right?
Like I think its evil that my dog died as a puppy
but the good in it is that he'll be part of the earth
And people that fall in love have something to live for
cause they have each other, but the evil of it is
they care mostly for themselves so its selfish
...hmm...I think I messed that theory up...
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I feel like I'm swimming; without the use of limbs
My heads on the ground and I'm pretty sure there's ants near by
But I don't want to move, cause if I move I'll have to get up
and when you usually get up, you have to do something
and I'm kinda just enjoying talking to the sky
even though she never answers back
but I always did like the quite ones
I put my hands in my pockets and I know there's nothing in it but myself
so I guess that's something right?
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I wonder what that Asian girl is like
Is she shy and smart like the stereo type
If we were to go on the date she could help me tip the waitress right
hmm...
My thumbs in my mouth as saliva drips out
and I hate living, but I love being alive...
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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