The conflict-ions consistent,
My heart is full, but also scarred.
Everything I need, everything I want,
Just trying to pull the right card.
My introspection’s going far, but damn I need a car.
My views are conflicted, but aren’t we all contradicted ?
Everyone looks sickened.
We’re all just flickin’ our Bics, to feel apart of the clique.
But today, the more I flicked;
The dragon’s caught my disease, now it’s gotten sick.
So please, just let me breath.
So I can preach, and see the trees and feel the breeze.
I found ease on my knees.
Then I heard the wind bring the jingle of your keys.
Oh love please, you’re bringing me the opposite of peace.
You’re pricing me down like day old cheese.
My worth to you is at a discounted fee.
I can’t help that my favourite shirt is your raggedy old tee.
You gave me a sense of false security.
You hear it now, you hear it from me.
I don’t need you, or your raggedy old tee, to make me feel happy.
It took me some time to realize, looking into your eyes was part of my demise.
It angered me inside.
You caused me oh so many sighs.
I choose my own side.
I huffed and I puffed, and damn it was tough.
However, no matter how rough,
I don’t dig my grave anymore.
Instead, I roll up my cuffs.
I no longer need you to carry my stuff.
Dear Daffy Duck,
Elmer Fudd came, and got you plucked.
~Hannah & Chelsey