it's not like we meant for it to happen
it sprung upon us like a flash flood
and Latin verbs and French genders
that killed us on test day
but nonetheless
it happened
and now we're stuck staring out a dirty
window pane
watching life go by in the fog
the fog is our mind and the window
our hearts
and the flash flood is my soul crying out
in pain
(i'mabadgirl'causeiamnotperfect)

(sorry)