i'm jealous of the rain

because it is never

afraid to

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paint me black

paint me brown

brush me up

while they brush me down

paint a smile

no, wait, paint a frown

canvas me around

give me a voice without making a sound

paint me black

paint me brown

paint me in lack

then paint me in a crown

paint me over every crack

paint me on the ground

it’s where my color has bled

it’s where my fists pound

paint me until you win a plaque

paint me, astound

paint me

paint me

until it’s you

and ain’t me

paint me

paint me

damn it, paint me

ever oh so vividly

yeah, make them see

oh won’t you paint me

and set me free?

he’s a bohemian boy

laughed at for carrying a purse, but it’s filled with joy

he’s a bohemian boy

able to levitate ever since he traded meat for soy

he’s a bohemian boy

ever misunderstood, cunningly coy

he twirls, he spins

he blooms from within

a kid at heart

he loves to play, but he’s not a toy

oh, he’s a bohemian boy

adorned with crystals

protected by potions

underneath a crown of flowers

he has special powers

he prances about

scaring away doubt

he’s high on life

he’s not coming down

he’s a bohemian boy

hmm, maybe he’ll fall in love with troy

possibly roy?

he’s a... wait

what’s that?

oh, for now he’s choosing  joy

he’s been hurt

so he made gold from dirt

he’s a...

you know by now

he’s a melody boy

no, wait, a honeybee boy

dripping with sweet, sweet joy

i fell in love with him when he was new

he presented the same face, each one a brighter hue

so i gazed and he grew

dazed as time flew

that was then

now we’re through

he transformed and doesn’t have a clue

he’s the moon yet i’m blue

so my tears swell like high tides

yes, it’s true

he’s full yet i’m empty

oh, whatever will i do?

i’ll look up and enjoy the view

...

robin was under my hood

kissing me, robin’s lips felt so good

robin did the best he could

you see...

robin was misunderstood

robin was from the hood

if he needed to steal, robin would

oh, robin was robbing

my heart that was throbbing

if he needed to steal, robin would

before he took my heart, i told him he should

he stole from the rich and gave to the poor

he stole my heart and left me wanting more

robin was pure

robin was from the hood

only...

robin was good...

robin was good...

i’m an empty parking lot

hard as concrete and always sought

drove over without a second thought

too much pressure on my back,

so my pavement has began to crack

i’m an empty parking lot

but today i fought

yeah, today i taught

there’s no need to be concerned

lessons were learned

i’m an empty parking lot

but if you desire a spot...

you better give it all you’ve got

before you try to put your car in my slot

be genuine, don’t plot

don’t be something you’re not

oh, you decided to give it another shot?

i’m an empty parking lot

and you’ve just been caught

no entry unless authenticity has been brought

welcome to my life

my camera roll is the host

i scroll through it, looking at selfies i’ll never post

you see...

i hate social media, but i hate myself the most

step 1. open camera roll

step 2. scroll

step 3. pretend your life is in control

meanwhile i’m looking at selfies i’ll never post

i have to keep up appearances or i’ll turn into a ghost

so i’ll continue to brag and boost

suffering from an irrational fear that they’ll rag and roast

“wait, how’s my hair?”

“yes, i care”

“oh, what should i wear?”

suffering from an irrational fear

so i stop and stare

before i crop and share

selfies i’ll never post

selfies i’ll never post

scrolling...

scrolling...

scrolling...

i hate social media

it’s so...

controlling

but i hate myself the most

i’m frowning

because i’m drowning

in all these selfies i’ll never post

...

i’m not social, but i need security

i’m not vocal, but i speak for the majority

i’m not local, but i’m surrounded by authority

i’m not focal, but i’m a priority

i’m not vocal, but i speak for the minority

...

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they move while i stay in place

they’re a catch, but i’m a chase

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

their stems cover my base

but they’ll wither while i keep my grace

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they’ll fill my space

but they won’t leave a trace

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

we both long for his embrace

remember...

his hands caress me when he brings them to his face

he wanted flowers, but i’m his vase

they came and went at their own pace

they came and went, but i won the race

...

i ever so

shyly walked up

to the mirror and finally

introduced myself to myself.

i now believe in love at first sight

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