That brutal unreciprocated wave to a stranger
You thought would know you
All of those first week mistakes that you’ve already made
They’re culminating in another year
That you spend curled up in a ball proclaiming
«OH MY GOD, I HATE IT HERE!»
But God already knows you hate it here
And you were sad before you got here
And you’ll be sad when you move on
You’ll be sad that they don’t miss you when you’re gone
But there’s no shame in wanting a place
Where everything feels good
Who wouldn’t want to live there if they could?
2008 — an era of pointless boys in putrid sea foam V-necks
I wanted to hate but I was much the same
Spiritually broke, my Bridge Card revoked
When I got a job working in the basement of Amer. Appar
They had to take my picture there to see if I could get hired
Before I got hired
Before I got hired
When everything is paper thin you just have to adapt
You learn how to breathe slowly and move on fast
But you won’t be blamed for wanting a place
Where you feel understood
Who wouldn’t try to find that if they could?