I am long dark hair and sarcasm
I wonder what it’s like to be wanted for the way I walk
I hear sunlight sneaking through dust particles in the late afternoon
I see snow caressing the gentle pine, to protect it from the cold
I want to be struck by lightning, so I can write about the experience
I am long dark hair and sarcasm
I pretend to feel confident
I feel like a beat up 1985 Chevy truck driven by a drunk driver
I touch the sound of a tree falling in the forest
I worry that life is a dream and death the reality
I cry when no one is watching and no one seems to care
I am long dark hair and sarcasm
I understand what it feels like to cling to the edge of losing everything
I say attitude is how other people interpret what you do
I dream that the sky is blue flowers floating in a sea of tears
I try to count the leaves of aspen trees three miles away
I hope that people don’t perceive me as cruel
I am long dark hair and sarcasm.