merry-we-go-'round.

Promise?
I promise, I'm not going anywhere.
a thousand times.
But that was a lie too,
you just didnt know it yet.
You'll get tired of the things
that dont make sense:
crying and laughing and impossible
dreams and bad days that you only
want to make better.
It's not you but, sometimes it is, but
mostly it's just me.
But why would you understand?
You havent known me forever and I'm
not that transparent, am I?
Baby, you cant relate and
I can articulate.
For fuck sake,
I'm spinning on my own carousel.