Tear drops and Balloons
I fly over Nova Scotia
I swim the ocean blue
I land in New Orleans and eat a Po Boy or two
I am not the person people expect me to be
I am not warm, I am not over and I am not in between
I'm living in my car now
I sold all my stuff
Not because I needed money
Because I had too much
I'm writing this in a notebook that no one will ever read
So why am I still pretending I'm who they'd think I'd be?
I am in between the margins
These words are just my clothes
That I wear to cover up
What I want no one to know
Jungle green magenta and underwater blue
I love every single colour
Tear drops and balloons
I fly over Nova Scotia
I swim the ocean blue
I land in New Orleans and eat a Po Boy or two
I am not the person people expect me to be
I am not warm, I am not over and I am not in between
I'm living in my car now
I sold all my stuff
Not because I needed money
Because I had too much
I'm writing this in a notebook that no one will ever read
So why am I still pretending I'm who they'd think I'd be?
I am in between the margins
These words are just my clothes
That I wear to cover up
What I want no one to know
Jungle green magenta and underwater blue
I love every single colour
Tear drops and balloons
