Sitting at home
watching TV...

Daddy comes home
his eyes are all red...

I wonder what
people like you...

Turn on a home movie
sit down next to the popcorn...

You haven't responded
to any of these...

Its not until
i start complain to her...

I plop next to you
and i freely talk...

My poem are crappy
I'm just typing stuff...

~a part of a song i wrote~
I'm little...

I'm writing poems
like there is no tomorrow...

There's something your keeping from me
heaven knows what...

Reading the scores you give me
is like reading a report card...