All I need is neither a bird nor a tree

Nor a man to keep

Me safe

What I really need is a cooler mom

Or a different worldview,

because I’m sheltered.

But the one thing I desire most, the father, son, and holy ghost

While eating “American Pie”

Is for things to be the way they were

Before the fall

Before my fall

Before my heartbreak, before my confusion

When I thought I knew everything

Now I’m just chilling

In space

A different person

Without a trace

Of the last that used to be,

Of the last that used to be.