waiting for the breakthrough
not the bleeding of the phone messages
on the table from sharpies and post-it notes.

waiting for the drop,
in gas prices and roller coaster hills
but all just seem to keep going higher and higher…

and i look down
at where i want to be and where i came from
and see the people that i used to know.

my hair falls to the side
and curls volumize with the changing elevations.

in my room i long for excitement
changing colors, changing faces and changing styles
anything different.

individuality is lost in the moment
and i'm just flying like the pretty birds.

but being high is no fun when everyone else is so low.

waiting for the breakthrough
and no more dying hearts.