So Am I Really Free?

Fuck it all.

Fuck blue eyes. And boys who play guitar.

(Except Alex Turner.) And only listening to

songs with meaning. And needing a reason

to cry. And idolizing girls just because their

bones stick out. And simple things that I

can't use logic to define. (Males.) And

people who have no regard for life.

Fuck being your own worst enemy. And

staying in one place forever. And thinking

it's wrong to want to be alone. And apologies

that never need to be said. And feeling guilt

for things that aren't your fault. And having

good intentions that end up turning on you.

And not knowing what to say. And wishing

you were someone else.

I've waited 19 roads for you,

To steal your time: seconds; a few.

You're one of me, I'm one of you.

Let's talk of all our favorite routes.