Mall Trip - Miriam EHC

I’m all alone
With nothing to do
Pink telephone
With no number two
Fake dial tone
And dried toxic glue
So sure, I’ll go to the mall with you
Let’s not pretend
We think this fun
Is that my friend?
Quick - duck, hide, or run
As we ascend
We can smell Cinnabon
So sure, I guess we can stay for lunch
These moments are precious, I guess
The sense of togetherness we feign
I know it’s enough for you
But I can’t wait
Can’t wait to get away
Once you told
Me that I was a pill
A six-year-old
The source of your ill
Ten more years rolled
On, now I’ve had my fill
But sure, we can add cheesy fries
When we get home
You’ll call Linda, your friend
To brag about the
Bond we’ve grown
Through that sequin blue dress
But when you were joking with the clerk
That you’d have to spend more hours at work
To pay for all the endless costs of prom
I nudged your elbow and tried to say
That I don’t want to go to prom anyway
And you shut me up with a look so far from calm
So sure, we can go look for shoes
Words and Music by Miriam EHC
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