Because I am a smartass teenager I talk back to the insane noise in the trees I talk back
to the weather by making the lightning strike in my veins
And I don’t believe the city do not believe I have a soul do not care if it is
pickpocketed good riddance to that which keeps seeping from my ears
I believe only in the pill the needle the smoke believe only in the parachute above me
and the slow descent the descent into the unknown that loves us
My mother and father are falling and I cannot understand why I keep hearing the sound
they will make when they land
My brother and two sisters stand in line at the movie theater they have been standing
there all their lives with their eyes blindfolded
Good riddance to the city’s lies to its assault on what I smell the fear flaring in my
nostrils let the descent continue let the unknown swallow us alive
Because I am a smartass teenager I talk back to the heart and its existence as an organ
and its need to thrum in my stomach as the ultimate white noise
I talk back to the notion of god though secretly I pray every chance I get because I am
scared to let whatever lives in the ground digest me
And I don’t believe the city though it supplies the flame do not believe in the fire
that’s about to ingest my parent’s house do not believe the rain will save anything
Good riddance to what I cannot swallow what I put in my mouth will light the path in
my veins so I can find my way home
