So rosy, all my cheeks so rosy I feel like the spoiled girl who ruins all Your birthday parties
The winner of musical chairs You take and take and take and I notice Every time the music stops we Hold our breaths For you
I am all alert and waiting Six a.m. is fading Wake and I'll be gone again Until winter bites the cork Empties pile on back shelves Like penicillin bottles collected over a Ten year disease For you
I'd walk home from school nearly Every day hopping cracks so That I wouldn't hurt your back You'd like all my finger paintings and The boys that I would kiss Mrs. Taylor, these are things that I will miss Mrs. Veysey, these are things I'll truly miss
I am not a friend I am not anyone I'm just another person waiting in line for you to change