Mom And Dad Don't Even Have This.

I have never felt the sky like I have today.

My lungs are balloons in the clouds.

Do you see the tremble in my hands,

Or the weary in my eyes, how the keep hold?

That smile tears me apart like Novocaine,

Stay...Why won't you let go of my hand?

Static making its way up my chest;

If I let you go, I will become my tiny war.

I will lose once again...

Why do you smile at me like that?