Soda Can

split framed stick and a rubber band
driveway rocks at the soda can
plastic dustbin
glass on the carpet

it was cool
the way that they would let it slide
gave me a pass and i spent those nights
with you and your family
like i was your cousin

it's hard to see what you want
sitting at the table
arm in arm
a mirror up to everything that you're not
i know i wont forget that
cuz it's all i remember

weeknights walking in the dark
you and her would come and pick me up in the car
and while the town was asleep
i was in the back dreaming
if i tried harder

when i try
it feels like everyone is looking down
onto something better
or not around
i'm still that kid waiting hours on the playground

it's hard to get what you want
sitting at the table with your arms crossed
a little late for playing that card
you're ready for the setback
then it all keeps spinning
and it's too fast
running and it feels bad
knowing you'll just end up at the start
where i remember her face
and his suitcase
and the hole inside
made from leaving

deep sigh
setting up a perfect smile
gluing my hands to my sides
keeping my health in line
if anyone asks

i'm fine
ive never felt
ive never felt dead inside
i'm used
getting used to the taste of spite
that covers me
it colors me red
when i'm ready and set
i'll sit in my head
and i'll remember