people in pairs
i see all these people in pairs
and i sorta wish i was in a pair
somebody to be sad with
laugh with
get to know myself with
but i’m not in a pair
sometimes my mind goes crazy alone
maybe i need to be alone to know
how crazy i can be
i’m a real nut
in a pair you’re chosen
alone you gotta choose yourself
when you’re not chosen
it hurts
that’s where everything comes from
not needing somebody
but choosing somebody

i choose me
hope you choose you
we’re never alone
this voice in my head is entertaining as hell
devising my demise and
saying funny things

i like him
sometimes he drives me sick
but at least with him
i’m picked

if we meet out there i’d choose
you, ‘cause i bet you’re
pretty cool
we can catch a flick or the sunset
or a flight across the world
or just hang out in your
apartment and forget
about the
world

maybe after some time this pair
would split
and i’d get back to knowing my
depths of self again

i like being in a pair
i like being on my own
either way
the salt of the ocean
cleans my wounds