Good kid act your best, you’ve drawn a crowd.
Shine in the public eye until you forget how.
You ain’t gotta wait no more, daddy’s not awake no more.
You ain’t gota wait no more. What are you waiting for?
I stood straight and tall in the dead of night.
I felt so small in the morning light.
The things that you can do when you’re at home alone and no else is watching. The performance of a lifetime. A frog that sings for you and not a crowd, be proud, a blessing, not a curse. Don’t throw him to the curb. A constant need to share. Introverted inhibitions. Write a story for yourself and wine when no one wants to listen. A frog that sings only for a crowd, he only craves attention. Attention!
I left skid marks on the cement from the turnstyle right up to my step; in total darkness, up the staircase, all in one breath. I want to get so lost in my own head that I notice when I shiver.