Coming Home

Come on home to me
Come on home to me
In a few years time
I know you think in kind
How we’ll be everything
We ever wanted to be
You slumped over your desk
Dealing with literary mess
The wall plastered with positive publishers responses
I am in the living room
Rambling on the phone
About another cause
People breaking laws
And what I’ll do about it
Oh, what I’ll do about it
The cat’s gotten fat
Still the holy terror
Maybe we’ve gotten fat as well
I won’t care about aesthetics
Or how big the bed is
As long as it’s your face I’m waking up to
So come on home to me
The one dream worth waiting for
You with a smile
As I open up the front door
It’s a dream, a magic little dream
Of things that can possibly
Happen one day, if everything falls in place
But it’s my motivation, my inspiration
I’ve never wanted anything so much
So I’ll go through the motions
Going through the motions
Until it can be us

Hopes for You

I would like to think that you will become everything I couldn’t
Cuz I always thought you were stronger than I could’ve been and
I can’t look at a mirror without thinking of something to change
But no matter what I pierce or dye I’ll always be the same in name

I learned awhile ago that secrets don’t make you mysterious
And taking yourself to seriously just makes you more hilarious
So now I try to be as honest as I can when someone asks me
A question, even if I blush and lose a friend in the process

I say a thousand times that I don’t give a damn about conventional beauty
But I hate the sight of myself without the makeup
And revolutions put on hold as I shave and shave and still grow older

And I had learned some time ago that I will never be content
Decided it is only best to live in a state of perpetual discomfort
Ready to hesitate
When I don’t know what protocol dictates

But you. I have hope for you.

Oh it’s not fair, yes I know
To be okay with a blog and some books
If I know you’ll be better
But I can’t motivate myself to be better
To rise up and meet my own ideals and causes
Get my friends to carry my bags cuz I’m much to careless
And easily bored to suffer such trivial endeavors
Even when they call me the lazy feminist

But you’ll be so much better. Oh you’ll be so much more.
And I can bask for a moment in your radiating light
And for a moment feel at peace and feel alright
Oh yes, my bets on you
To succeed and to prove
That I inspired someone
Even if I faded fast
Oh yes, you’ll be the one to last.

What I want to be

What I want to be when I grow up

You
I want to be you
Not like you
Not similar to
But exactly
Your life, your presence is just what I’ve always dreamed of for myself
You’re my hero my dream my inspiration
The reason I write despite my trepidation
The reason I sing while my voice is weak
The reason I simply won’t stand down when beat
The reason there are dirty socks on my feet
Cuz I stayed up late thinking and forgot about laundry
The reason I live and lie and love like I do
You see sir, I don’t want to grow up at all if I’m other than you
If I can’t inspire the next singers and writers and dreamers and fighters
I’ll be a Peter Pan and live my life in never land
I have to be, there’s no question at all
Because I will be mighty even if I am small
Because I will make good art and watch for wolves in walls
Because I will lose my wallet and keys but never my notebook
Because I am quiet but not overlooked
Because I believe in illogical things
And I have the most improbable dreams
I will be you
In the most ME way possible.