I like ordinary things
Ordinary days with ordinary sunsets
So that maybe I could pick a flower and ask it’s petals if he loves me or loves me not
You know, those kinds of ordinary things
But instead I know other things
I know that devils have wings too
I know fear that keeps you up at night
And a deep cold that reaches inside and leaves you empty
Now the sunsets are not ordinary
I want to unravel till there is nothing
Why do I give so much of myself to strangers?
Maybe they will carry away small bits of me till there’s nothing
I don’t have ordinary things
Except fizzy drinks that are too sweet