I saw a girl who had holes in her jeans and was cute and prompted me to write this.
Holes in her jeans and holes in her pants
Holes in her heart probably, holes and empties all
Around surround her now and in and out of this place she
Roams and paces and hides now, holes inside of her need filling
And I need feeling that this is real, for to many nights have passed of
Alone at last and boxed in by not wanting some rejection and some infection
To a new resurrection, and she waits always with sunglasses on, covering up
The face on, inside of her now she bows now to a new wave of suffering, alone
Has plagued me cause I am a single me looking for acceptance and bags under
Her eyes have been bags by the door and leaving on the floor has left me asking
For more, like inside my psyche and like Nike I am doing it now, acting upon this
Feeling, making sure she is touching the ceiling no more in her dreams and acting
A fool and just a friend, always waiting by the door for someone to leave and
Gasping now for control, control of this empty feeling and like holes in her pants
I feel the ants trickling and my heart fickling over what station to change to
Clarity now is the austerity it takes to say something to you, and so she switches
Seats and changes these cleats on my feet, to much running from myself has
Left her now running from myself, and holes need filling and empty needs a new
Feeling, and so cracked out now on excitement now I feel the enticement and
The walls now come down because love has crept in, but can she really fill me
Or will I still feel empty and empty always, until someone for real sits inside of
Me and not just the brush of a crush removing the weight inside me