katie

my think tank

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 21:07:34 GMT

I saw, one day, the fumes that highlighted the blue sky. The clean air. Man, I saw those fumes. They seemed to say, “believe in me, believe in me.”
I didn’t.
When I watched, those fumes in the air, I knew. I knew better than most. That those ideas that floated from within the think tank. Were bull shit.
But no one would listen to me. Even though I spoke from high atop the mountains.
And that was bull shit.
So because my warnings wouldn’t be heeded. I waited. I watched. I expected. The worst.
It didn’t come at first.
The think tank drove onward.
Upward, some thought.
For me, nay.
For me? Fuck.
On my mountain, it was as though my opinion was too unbiased to count.
I was too
Outside
Of the inner leaders of subjectivity.
Of worth.
Therefore while I preached
Into. Onto. For. Clean air.
Their fortresses aimed to
Ensure
A high demand.
Their demand included
A type of inner pollution, which,
Until now
I had only read against.
Nay.
I had only been warned against.

Many people tell me now,
That they dream about working
For those think tanks.

And I ask them.
Just like I ask many.
Where is your courage?
Where were you yesterday?
Fuck, man.
Your “think tank” is only provoked
By those who can make you feel
A little bit better
About yourself.
And fuck me,
If I’ll be that person.
‘cause I’d rather
Be the person
that can make
Me
Feel good
about
Me.

hey, my socks are so hot

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 05:13:32 GMT

My socks
Are making my legs
So hot.
They run up to my
Shins
And I sweat
Under the warmth.
The over heated
Warmth.
And my boots:
They add another layer
Of heat
Which does not add
Release
From my pain
And
I
Sweat.
And my legs
They let me know.
They remind
Me
Hey you’re drunk.
Your legs
And from there
On up.
You’re drunk.
From drinking
Drinking that brown bottle
Deep
Ly.
Drinking it so
Nice
Ly.
Until it flows down
Be
Low
Down to those
Long white cotton
Socks
That dare make those shins
So
Hot.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 18:45:36 GMT

The shadows cast drapes along the walls. It was dark. He was alone. His back was to the front door. His chest (his heart) was to the barmaid. To the bar. His loyalty was to the bottle.
His eyes gazed down. Eyelids fixed. Two arms positioned on the straight edge of the bar and two hands locked on the circumference of the glass.
Outside the snow accumulated atop his matured Buick.
He coughed. Never mind it, he thought. He lit a cigarette. Self-rolled cigarettes. It hung from his lip. The moisture from his tongue touched the tip slightly. Allowed it to stay in place. His lips too dry.
Momentarily the right hand broke from the deadlock, waved toward Traz, the barmaid. She nodded without a word. She knew. Same order since he had been coming here years ago.
She moved elegantly. Her hair moved in separate motions as she turned from the bottles toward him.
“You sure I can’t tempt you into something to eat?” Her voice was sweet, her lips were sweet. He knew she could tempt him into a lot. But not food.
The snow outside weighed heavy now. The streets would soon be covered.
He shook his head, brought up the glass. Finished it in one motion. He grabbed for a twenty. He knew the total. Same total it’s always been. He was loyal. He nodded toward Traz. A simple goodbye. She smiled. Her cherry colored lips teased.

...

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:28:09 GMT

My hand clutched around the fabric
As I stroked down toward the bottom of the basin.

The ripples from the washboard bumped me along excitedly,
And my clutched hand drove deeper into the dark water.

Mystery enveloped me up to my elbow; it was wet; it was hot.

The washboard, hard, strong, firm, rinsed out the dirt
As I moved vigorously back and forth.

I finished, pulled out slowly, wrung out the excess
And a heavy sigh came from the pit of my abdomen.

The murky water settled; it became calm; it became cool.

Looking for a fresh eye to critique ---

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Mon, 12 Jan 2009 19:57:59 GMT

He would be brutal, harmful and evil. He would evoke every piece of awful that a person could. Tears could be brought to the eyes of anyone who crossed paths with him. He should have been named Dante. His insults burned in an irritating manner. Even if I had a wittier response, he would shamelessly amplify his voice as to drown out my own. This immediately forced me to use a higher voice. As you know, for every action, there is a reaction. In this situation, my higher voice persuaded Hank to react in a typical demeanor: he mocked me, imitated my voice, and portrayed me as a young child. Underneath my skin, emotions crawled along like ants into their hill of a home. Somewhere the queen was lazily enjoying a chair. Here I was angrily, yet quietly, sulking.

If he hit me, aw shit, my emotions become a hot bed. Casually, I wore a beard. On the outside, I was placid. Inside, my body swarmed worse than thousands of bees sucking in pollen eagerly taking it elsewhere. Hank wasn’t an overly large male. Some would even call him scrawny. But in comparison, he dwarfed me and made it impossible to have a voice. In fact, the size difference not only took my voice metaphorically, but literally lessened its volume so that on any such occasion I only whimper.

Bruises sprung from virgin skin just as the mountains emerged from ground that was once flat: one colossal shove and surfaces are transformed.

I knew that I hated him. I knew I could do better. I’m a smart, young, attractive catch. Ha, yeah, a catch. Just like another piece of fish Hank manipulated. The bait had lured me; I had taken a big bite; I had been immediately hooked and convinced. Neither the fish nor I stood a chance.

Distortion

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 05:38:28 GMT

Distort
Blocks of faces.
A nose
Aside an eye,
An ear
Beside a cheek.
Blend colors.
Arrange
Shades in an array.
Sort through
A mess.
Aside the edges,
Blocks of clarity
Beside a blur.
Can anyone
Clearly see
A day
Aside a month,
An hour
Beside a minute.
Rematch, remix
The blocks
Into perfection.
Envision the pieces
In unison,
In harmony.

Breath in,
Breath out.

(work in progress)

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 04:28:21 GMT

Our trailer, which was more like a small camper, rounded off to 60 square feet. I mentally did the math as our bodies crossed water and passed over the Ohio border. I was trying to put together a math equation that could tell me how much space Hank and I would have to share during these road side evenings. Lucky for me, instead of a double bed, there were bunk beds. The top bunk didn’t leave a lot of room in between its thin mattress and the hard shell of the camper, so naturally that was my sleeping space. Below me, with significantly more room, Hank had his sleeping space. Usually he would fall asleep before me. Sometimes, I would quietly crawl down from the bunk, suck in my stomach in order to slide out of the screen door, and lay outside on the night-chilled ground. Away from any city and out in the open, the stars shone brighter than I had ever known they could. In their own way, the stars would smile back at me and tell me that I could shine brighter, too. Yeah, I thought, well Hank sure has a way of snuffing my light, doesn’t he? If my eyes welled up, I looked away long enough and blinked until the tears were no longer at the edges of my eyes. I’d collect myself and climb back into the camper and back into my skinny sleeper. All the while, Hank snored.

(just wrote...didn't revise yet)

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Mon, 08 Dec 2008 01:24:29 GMT

In the back of the room,
Brown eyes glazed with glitter
While gazing into the scene.
What was seen was spectacular.

The room took on a heart.
Its rhythm forced glittering eyes
To sway along in sync
With a heartbeat that pumped that whole place.

Ahead and to the left and right,
Bodies beat and thumped
In the melodious beats.
What a pleasing place, for eye and ear.

GCS Transposed

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 20:18:20 GMT

Our long walk on Park Avenue combined visions of blurred street signs, a suited man vomiting, an explanation of a yard in terms of whose sidewalk belonged to whom, and meanwhile, the white building approached rapidly. Suddenly we found ourselves in the armpit of a perpendicular angle. We came down and met a right angle to the left, and we met a right angle to the right. Either way, both angles were met by an insane mess of highly awake, active people, determined fast paced cars, bouncing radiant lights, and an alarm clock full of noise. Where to look first? I pulled up my camera and took a blurry shot of the now recognized Grand Central Station.
Up close, however, the building illuminated with a gold hue. Door frames embraced us with shoulders wrapped in gold silk. It was a heavy weight boxer, just waiting to consume us. Unaware and smiling, we entered.

Lamps Listen Too

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 18:57:12 GMT

I noticed, in the small sliver to the right side of the window,
That the leaves managed to dance
Wildly enough to catch my eye.
My wandering eye that had so furiously darted from television
To window.
Was it that my sub-conscious secretly wished
for escape?

The lines in the room angled such a way,
That one would immediately notice the non-traditional doorway
which told to those who would listen,
That an escape was routed their way.

Even the lamp lent an ear and leaned in to hear.

utilize your verb vocabulary

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 Mar 2005 21:15:58 GMT

she/it/him/they witnessed a near death experience, she/it/him/they flung themselves around hurridly in order to contact the mayor. (of ohio) next, the phone rang excitedly and the mayor realized with cation who most likely sat on the other end of the phone line. the mayor, therefore, did not answer the phone but instead ignored the pursistant rings. "i'll put on my headphones," said the mayor as he tried to drown out the continuous noise. she/it/him/they grew angry. the anger grew intensly and she/it/him/they decided to march down to the office of mr. mayor and give him a grand toungue-lashing. so she/it/him/they strolled down the street and then slammed the door down of mr. mayor's office.

what did she/it/him/they say?

said i'm hungry and that was all.
probably complained about something she/it/him/they didn't want to do and thus the mayor replied...

fuck off. i'm hungry too.

it's been awhile

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Thu, 24 Feb 2005 22:12:02 GMT

it's been awhile since i've posted.
life has been hectic, to say the least. mom told me i should write down my experiences as a student teacher so i could sell a book one day. we'll see about that in the future i guess.

it's only been four years since i was sitting where my students and now i'm in front of the class telling them what to do. they same some funny things and try to get away with anything possible, so not much has changed. like one day, this girl julie decides she has to use the restroom and then comes back 20 minutes later. i guess she was hopeing i wouldn't notice. nice try julie, no more potty privledges for you. another kid ben, who continuously tells people about his pot-smoking antics, tried to get away with using a skinny, but bigger book than the actual one we're reading and told me once i gave him the real book, "i thought you wouldn't notice." random things really, that they do, but it's amusing all the same.
currently we are reading "1984" and i have a class who has decided to call me big brother and a communist and today one even soluted me like the people do in the movie. i laughed pretty hard. i guess that'll be their new thing to do to me. another kid is trying to get me to go to prom with him. he's only kidding around, so it's funny.

but i'm constantly tired and i go to bed early and wake up early and spend every day busy like a bee. i'm sad and happy all at the same time. sad because i miss the days when i could just party and not worry about a damn thing. i miss the nights i stayed up until 7 in the morning smoking and drinking and hanging out with everyone i loved. now it's a miracle if i'm up past 1am or 2 on a good night. i miss the freedom from responsibility, the responsibility that i begged for when i was younger. i miss the freedom to go out and drive after drinking without having to say "this could ruin my career." (and i know how bad it is to say i miss drinking and driving, but it's not about that, it's about the freedom) the freedom to feel "untouchable" to be a stupid teenager, to learn from experience, and so on and so on. i don't miss high school or who i was then, but i miss the freedom. i couldn't wait to turn 21, but i've never partyed like i use to every since before i was legal to drink. it's ironic, really, and i feel so old sometimes that i feel ridiculous partying. i mean, i'm an educator to 100-some people and on the weekends i'm doing exactly what they are doing.

on the other hand i'm so incredibily happy. in just two months i'll be a college graduate. and the best part of it all is that i did it in four years. i promised myself i would and i'm going to and that's so awesome. i'll be able to get a job that pays (well, at least it's not mancino's, or old navy for that matter), and i can get a new car and i'll finally be able to live on my own. and then i'll live with ryan and move somewhere warm where i won't have to spend my winters misserable in the cold-slush-snow-ice-scrapping my car off-wet jeans at the bottom-everything that makes winter suck so bad.

so i'm excited and i'm depressed about everything possible. i don't ever want to loose my friends, who most of them are from my high school and when i graduate that waste land i said i didn't want to loose them and it's been good so far! and that includes todd and paul who i don't talk to as much as i did in high school which really makes me sad that we will eventually loose touch and when we talk it'll be misserable and awkward like when forgotten friends talk in the grocery store.

anyway, i've had no time at all yet it seems i'm constantly running thouhts through my head. how it came to this point already, growing up. my heart extends to a special someone who i want to grow up a little more, and if you read this, please understand i love you and i wish i could only help you out more. pieces have fallen all over the place numerous times and they need to put into a solid place. i wish you the strength and courage to be able to find the place that is right for YOU and the place were the pieces will fit. don't do what is convienent, however, because i promise the pieces will not fit properly.

one final thing because i rarely update this anymore, i will have a graduation party in may and everyone i've ever come in contact with (well maybe not everyone) is invited. it'll be at my parents house in fairlawn and there will be swimming, boozing, eating bbq food, summer food, summer drinks, etc. (and you are more than welcome to bring giftst...hehehehe). more details to come, i promise.

and some advice, love every day you have, love every minute and every second because like it or not, those are very precious moments and before you know it life will have past you by and you'll be stuck writing a livejournal trying to figure out where the fuck your youth went. i love you, my dear friends and family, and if i don't say it enough, i'm happy you are all in my life, where my pieces fit just right.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sat, 08 Jan 2005 04:10:08 GMT

our lives used to mean a song
mean a dance
mean so much more
i want my youth back
our lives were dissolved into pills
crushed pills
into swallowing with water
pass it my way
our lives used to mean
something else
something more
something real
something like
love
our lives were meant to have fun
we did
once
when our lives used to mean all those old words
tied up into lyrics we wished we were creative enough to write
because they fit the times.
it used to be
something other than now.

2004...inspired by liz's lj, plus should be studying...

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Wed, 15 Dec 2004 18:34:06 GMT

ohhhhhh what a time to look back on the year. i think i'll miss 2004 a little bit, but i think 2005 will be far better. let's review:
january-i brought in the new year with ryan, liz and smerick in my parent's house quite intoxicated from some late night skiing in my bathroom. scrabble and new year's eve dinner...tons of fun. i think the rest of january was normal. nothing exciting
february-three simple letters to sum up how i began the month = DUI. horrible. absolutly horrible. i was leaving virginia's birthday party and went to pick up paul miller to get some more beer. note to self, turn on mother fucking head lights while driving drunk. i mean, don't drive drunk. okay okay, i did learn a lesson and every since then i haven't drove drunk. valentine's day came and went also, but i don't think ryan and i did anything romantic. maybe olive garden? hmmm maybe he can remind me.
march-probably an uneventful month. i was dealing with court and paying a lawyer, well my parents paid the lawyer. ryan, remember when we met him for coffee? weird.
april-spring...i was probably counting down the days until i didn't have to live in my stupid house of hell. at least four-twenty came aroudn and i probably got high. was this the month that the private dectective came for ryan at my house? i wish i could remember...apparently they "got a tip" that he was an ecstasy dealer and had to search my room for where he hid the pills. riiiiiiiiiight. bg police need a life.
may-best month ever for several reasons. #1 the end of my junior year in college, #2 i turned 21, and #3-#a million, i turned 21!!!!!!! best birthday ever. nicole came, we got some kegs, jessica threw a fit because heahter bought me a cake (hillarious) i got to hold a wand and turn people into frogs? can't quite remember. and then i got to pee on taco bell's bathroom floor, split open my head, but not remember one bit of any of that. woke up without my underwear, which ryan flushed down the toilet (and i still miss those pink thongs, by the way). oh...and i think this was when i broke jessica's glass table...maybe not but that was funny too. i love may, it's the best. except this may = 22...not as much fun.
june-summer school, house of hell, yuck. but i did gain some new neighbors. big willy style, who was tons of fun, and ryan moved in next door. which means all his shit got to exit my bedroom and find it's own home in his room. although i think this month was when we broke the tv. that sucked.
july-more summer school and house of hell. but there was probably some good times playing beer pong, swimming at the city pool (going down the sweet ass slide) and the fourth of july. some skiing that day too and the worst fire works display ever brought on by the grand city of bg. the best part of this month, however, was phish. in fact, the last two phish shows i would ever see. but it was awesome. two nights camping out with ryan and his friends. which meant balloons, shopping for trinkets with brad, walking around at 630 in the morning looking for money (not picking up trash for money but going to wallmart for free money instead). listening to some bad as set lists at night, taking some bad x, some bad acid, and realizing drugs sucked this year at these shows, nothing compared to last year. but they did play "waste" again and for the 2nd time i got to be held in ryan's arms while we listened. awwww how cute. especially since last year the concert was pretty much our first date. alright, so july rocked.
august-nicole turned 23, i finally got to move out of the house of hell, big willy style had his graduation party where we got to watch his mom dance, and all the black people tried to smoke massive blunts in my deserted house. crazy times. but on to the apartment with heahter! yay! p.s. frobose sucks.
september-back to school after a brief 2 week break from summer school. methods. how nerve wracking walking in the first day, but at least i had todd at my side! (even though stupid laura was on the other side, bitch) but i love todd griffen. him and paul have been here with me all four years and we've all been friends since 7th grade, so it's always been great to see a familar face. anyway, i got to meet josh, my cooperating teacher and all my studnets for the year. british literature at a catholic high school, who would have thought?!?!?!
october-another great month. HALlOWEEN OU STYLE!!!!! for the third year, heather and i went down to OU. this time we brought ryan and lian along. it was so much fun. i got to see andy dressed up as bob barker and smerick went as himself (surprise, surprise) skiing agian...lol fun fun.
november-almost through with methods, almost through with 2004, almost christmas! thanksgiving was great even though i couldn't spend it with my main man.
december-today. snow, yuck. methods is over, thank god. and i'm one final away from ending my first semester as a senior. in just a few more months i'll be a graduate. THANK YOU GOD! now i'm preparing for a second christmas with my wonderful boyfriend. i love him so much and i'm so thankful he's still in my life.

so overall i think it's been a great year. it's had it's bad times, but there's no point to mention them. i hope 2005 is just as much fun. i'm sure with graduation it will be. after that comes marriage....maybe....lol.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Thu, 02 Dec 2004 18:49:51 GMT

daveslave36: so have fun
Freakincage21: ok it's about time

loving boyfriend, right?

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Tue, 26 Oct 2004 13:14:10 GMT

you have eyes i've never seen before
maybe once, maybe in a nightmare.
mumbling words, chants, curse words
hate words.
pushing and shooving, moving around
like something evil,
something unknown
a demon.
you were unrecognizable
spitting at me in your tones
and that attitude, pushing me around,
pushing me down
my eyes close
i try to hide, i'm curled up against the wall
you can still find me
i'm scared, so scared
eyes open
gone
floor
up again
eyes close
tight...holding on so tight
eyes open
eyes close
i wish i could keep them closed long enough to fall asleep.

eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Mon, 04 Oct 2004 19:06:42 GMT

i watched that movie last night,
and i don't think the timing could have been better.
allow me to explain.
for the past couple weeks, ryan and i have not been doing well.
those of you who know us, need no further explanation.
turns out, what a surprise this is, that we spend entirely too much time together
and the smallest things that he would do were crawling under my skin and really getting at me.
so we almost broke up because of it, in fact, i had all my stuff in my hand and walked out of his house thinking that it was going to be the last time i did, in fact, walk out of that house.
what can i say, he's a smooth talker...wink wink.
anyway, last night we watched that movie together, all cuddled up on the couch, his head resting on my chest as i ran my fingers through his soft brown hair.
i could have cried at the ending.
these two people, even though they both know that they will eventually drive each other crazy, and they know that after however long they will be sick of each other, they can't live without all those memories that they forced themselves to erase. how beautiful of a concept.
so i jumped into ryan's arms and we held each other really tight for minute and i felt my eyes swell up with tears, just as they are doing now, because i realized how happy he makes me. i can't be sure he felt the same way, but i think the movie moved him the same way. he then asks me, "would you ever erase me?" the tears began to swell even more, "no!" i exclaimed. "would you ever erase me?!" and he also said no. i thought i saw tears swelling in his eyes, but maybe i made that up in my head.
at that point, i knew i wanted to remember that moment for the rest of my life. and no matter how many horrible moments or fights we will encounter, that moment on the couch of my drafty apartment living room will always shine brighter.

i love you so, so, so, so much baby.

("i wanted to take that [moment] and put it in a box so i could show my children later" haha...a quarter goes to those each who can tell me where the original quote comes from!)

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sat, 04 Sep 2004 05:55:25 GMT

guilty pleasures are my greatest sin
aside from you

i love you lizard
and i love tonight
yay for old times
yay for new memories
yay again for tonight
yay that it NEVER ENDS =)

that could only mean one thing..............

for ryan

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Thu, 15 Jul 2004 16:06:35 GMT

White sand stretched from my eyes into the distance
Where slight curves sit at the tips of my toes.
White sand so soft, so beautiful, so sensual

My first step into this sand sinks,
Melts into the white and fades into the
Murky depths of each sensational curve.

Slowly I descend into the silent
Secret spots, those covered by white sand
Suspended only by a strong curious wind.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sun, 27 Jun 2004 23:06:07 GMT

first night @ deer creek:

Set 1
Llama
Bouncing Around the Room
Bathtub Gin
Ya Mar
Pebbles and Marbles
Army of One
Split Open and Melt

Set 2
Halley's Comet ->
Crosseyed and Painless ->
Slave to the Traffic Light
Nothing ->
46 Days ->
Scents and Subtle Sounds ->
jam ->
Brian and Robert
Limb By Limb
Cavern

Encore
Waste

second night @ deer creek:

Set 1
Lovin' Cup
Cities ->
Back On the Train
Vultures
My Mind's Got a Mind of its Own
Down With Disease ->
Rock and Roll

Set 2
Tube
Run Like an Antelope
The Wedge
Timber Ho!
Prince Caspian ->
Simple
Walls of the Cave*

Encore
The Squirming Coil
(at the end of this song, each member walked off one by one as the others continued to play. page was the last one up on stage playing piano --- saddest moment ever!)

THANK YOU PHISH!!!

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sat, 19 Jun 2004 06:35:06 GMT

i guess i need to clarify-
he didn't hit me on purpose, i mean, maybe he did
but he was also half-asleep.

so don't worry, i'm fine, ryan's not abusive (i promise)
i was really drunk when i put that last post up and thus i exagerated just a bit.
but he was still an asshole that night, but at least he's realized that and apologized.

anyway, i have to write a stupid speech. peace.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sun, 02 May 2004 04:49:25 GMT

do i
deny

(u)i put so much in
to(myday)

do i
str(#$)ug(%*@)gle
with (u)i fight for

i do
(not yet/too soon)
accept

u(re)
l($#)ov(#*)e

not

yet.

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Sun, 02 May 2004 04:44:41 GMT

it's sad now
not to be considered
as
one of those people
one of those friends
who receive all the
credit
in summer profiles
but have
been there for a great deal of their
lives.
i guess things do
change
but i am trying to
stall
them.
it's sad now
that
people
move on quickly without you.
it's sad
now
that memories are of a thing

past.

it's sad now
that's it's time to

move

on...

rainy days

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Tue, 13 Apr 2004 19:10:12 GMT

i hate days like today that are so shitty and rainy outside
because they make me feel shitty and rainy on the inside
which it may as well rain on the inside
my head is so cloudy
and my heart is so dark.
i keep looking for answers
but through this haze
i can't even find myself.
i need an organized life, i need clarity, i need to know what's going on.
this rain won't subside
but neither will i.
there is so much going on within my body that makes me doubt myself
certain words that are reigning over me
that are controlling my life.
certain mistakes that trickle down my spine
mistakes that can numb the body because they are so cold.
no effort can umbrella the pain.
no body can protect me from my self-inflicted storm.
i can't hide from the rain inside my soul
i can't take cover or jump into warmth in order to make it stop
i can only sit through this rain and hope to one day find a sunny day...

i swear i have the weirdest dreams...

katiesattler@yahoo.com — Wed, 25 Feb 2004 23:22:33 GMT

dead body in water
downstream
covered in plastic, a bag of some sort
(did i really do that?)
i'm running upstream
going to the top
but this is the second time.
i killed him from the driver's side of my car
he was on the outside
(did i kill a cop?)
i think the park ranger is coming
i run downstream
push the body under the bridge
(it's a small bridge probably meant for bikes or hikes)
cause i'm in the middle of my spring break
everything's in bloom and the weathre is actually warm
the trees are full of greens and as is the grass
everything is hazy though
details aren't so clear
i know i am scared
(please don't see that body)
quickly i think of how my fingerprins are everywhere
God, i'm in trouble with the law again...