Cassidy Smith
happy, happy birthday to me
sitting on the sidewalk,
pavement walls around me
loose t-shirt and go-to jeans
must've been a crazy party
don't you think?
don't you think?
oh, don't you think?
close my eyes against the scene
never for a moment
had I thought I'd bleed
spinning stars shine so brightly
then kicked out in a flash bang, pop whiz
chasing dreams
oh, chasing things
oh, I'm chasing
can't turn back, don't know what I'm facing
can I see the end to bear the in-between?
I'm circling
golden frame, Sunday best
coffee with a table of ghosts to impress
stung by words left unsaid
look me in the eyes and say I'm not a mess