was too hard, got soft. was too big, made small. *we don't stop for anyone, even though*

nothing I ever do is enough,
mostly I just want to die,
*happy for you though*

jealousy is futile,
still embarrassed
about resistance
to politic, we belonged
in your year, the "belonged"
is the part that makes we cry. we wet
~you've got a fast car~