i feel batty and we're all bats i feel emotionally itchy and my room smells like an ashtray it's making me lightheaded i feel like everybody in the whole world is exhausted do you think that ever happens? for a second maybe, once every bajillion years? everybody in the whole world is in varying degrees of miserable tiredness i made a creepily specific wish for the kind of person i wanted to be in love with three years ago and he's shown up i'm too achey to believe anything i think you're a dream and i love you anyway you know, he says my bedtime stories are too interesting and detailed to be made up i really like that, he's always flattering with criticism somebody used to say i'm only honest when i'm angry i think he's a bit like that oh the poor poor sleepy dizzy people we're turning into bats fuzzy dewy eyed bats snuggling into warm fluffy rabbit butt beds and i think the sun misses us when he pokes his head out and i think he wonders where everybody went and feels disappointed that nobody said hi maybe that's why he melted my friend she said her heart was going to explode i think the sun aimed a ray right at her heart and reached in and sizzled i don't feel lonely, but now i worry that other people feel lonely like i get to walk out of jail but i have to leave all my friends behind bars i can't do that maybe i am lonely okay i'm lonely...even though i don't have to be |