17

I walked right into the room where my mom sleeps and I asked her for some advice
I said do you ever think about what happens we die
She got a little off topic started talking about the seasons
I listen to metaphors i listen to her reasons I wish I could believe them
I got a little bit distracted
left my friend laying on my couch
She’s never been here, doesn’t know her way around
Stuck Thinking about 40 years from now
Just because I learned what it’s called,
And just because you told me it was wrong
Doesn’t mean
Anything
I’m seventeen and still can’t breathe
I drove to my first party and got the address wrong
I hate google maps I hate taking so long
I wish they wouldn’t let me get so drunk
Look around you count three things that are red
My dad has always told me it’s all in my head
I wish I could live like them
Just because I learned what it’s called
Ways to live things to see
It doesn’t help
I’m 17 and still can’t breath