X Telling Me About The Loss Of Something Dear At

I looked up at the ceiling the entire time

Well it didn't last for long

Like fifteen minutes or so they had said it would hurt but it didn't

His face all grumped up veins were showing on his forehead

Closed my eyes and thought of dancers

Closed my eyes and thought of dancers

I thought of what my friends would say

I thought of how my life would change

I just laid real still there on the bed

Afterwards I said like I hear you're supposed to

Was it good for you aswell?

He was proud, said

Okay, we can do it again and maybe this time you can do it better than this

You can do it better than this

You can do it better than this

I know you can do it better than this

I faked to come cause I hear you're supposed to

There was obviously something wrong with me

And I didn't want him to know

I was scared he'd have a heart attack and die

I went to work at the shoe store and waved him goodbye

I felt sad but I didn't know why

Do you want those in red, I said

Two, fifty with laces, I said

Years later I can still vision that forehead