So there are nights where I beg strangers to be a friend to me
When I'm not quite sure I really exist
where I beg and plead
for a moment of your spare time
It used to be
I refused to let you pass me by
I'd shove myself into your consciousness
force you to be aware.
Not quite up to being that asshole anymore
I've lost my purple hair
most of my piercings
and some of my attitude
I don't know when I agreed to disappear though
I haven't changed the world
haven't even managed to squeeze out a couple of kids
I don't actually want them
but
I'm rude
and loud
and not as fickle a drunk as you'd wish I'd be
I'm just a tick tock girl
with a clockwork heart
and I don't want to be so lonely anymore
but he's too tired to fuck
and I'm watching TV
and drinking alone.
making plans with people who don't really want to see me.
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