Lately, lately I’ve been a lie
I tried to eloquently write and sing like how pretty girls sigh
In my head, all pretty girls smell like middle school
8th graders love lotion
Lately… Lately I’ve tried to write feelings I don’t have
I’ve tried to make feelings and make my heart match what my brain said
And I’m sad because art should be real
Not lame fabrications that sound fresh on the ears
But are ultimately disappointing
Lately… Lately when I’ve felt like being elsewhere
No expectations set and met people who care
But about details, they don’t
And won’t ask me why I won’t eat their animals
And why I miss my future wife
Or why I think love is something tangible
