carve me out of these winding roads, make time slow, so i can breathe till the end of summer, these fantasies are killing me forever, kiss me for the minute, ignore me forever i’m running out of ways to hope, ways to cope i’ve been using strawberry-scented soap but that doesn’t lure you into me maybe it’s my squeaky knees, big glasses --i’m just not fit for the masses i heat up when i see you blurred into the corner of my eye i’ll be your psychopathic, anxiety-fueled heart attack you’ll be my reason to float, reason to straighten my back i’m close to dying, far from trying melodrama’s in my blood--my best friend i’ll show you the sun and make you ascend only in my sad little crushing dreams i need to find a way to settle for less than your attention use shaving cream just for me and never only feel pretty if a boy wants to fuck me i think i’m stuck inside a pipe dream.