Someone shackle my wrists
I'm addicted to getting my hopes up
Typing in meaningless letters
Every hour I log into my inbox
Hoping I see a little blue line
Hoping I don't see a little blue line
Seeing?
Nothing but grey.
Ironic. Most my age
Hope to see
a little blue line on
a test for pregnancy
I laugh, because
I could only tell you
About the immobilised monoclonal antibodies in it.
Guess I'm not your typical wayward teen
Who gets drunk and high at parties
Waking up with a mysteriously damaged spleen
Giving it up to any guitar wielding Lothario.
But I'm okay with me.
Only dependent on green tea
Getting by as a blip on the radar;
An anomale.
