Laur Wheeler - Stocking Up

There's a boy in the dark
Moonlight chips at his hollow cheeks
Doesn't know where he's parked
Doesn't know where he wants to be
He goes into his pockets
To find change for the meter
Stockpiling tickets
Doesn't know how to want her
There's a sound in the dark
Little taps on the plexiglass
Then the hammering starts
Turn around and the whole thing's cracked
And he thinks it's funny
Like the crowd's laughing with him
But he's actually bombing
And the room turns against him
And he's so narcissistic
He doesn't get the difference
He puts his headphones in and he listens to music
And he sings along
And it's a cappella
The bus is staring at him
He's loving the attention but he wants to go home
He thinks he's different but he's just a cliche
He's 22 minutes with commercial breaks
And he wants to be a poet but Poe said the same things
Just a little smarter
Took a walk in the dark
Moonlight shines on the overpass
It's impossibly hard
To let bygones just live in the past
Thus starts the process of healing
You tease the notion of forgiveness
Whatever stops the bleeding
Makes you the bigger person
So you're optimistic
Already feeling different
You put your headphones in and you listen to music
And you sing along
And it's a cappella
Nothing but the killers
Life without him feels like it did when you were young
He thinks he's different but he's just a cliche
He's 22 minutes with commercial breaks
He wants to be a poet but Poe said the same things
Just a little smarter
Don't you work a little harder

Written by:
Cayden Wemple, Lauren Wheeler

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