i am not nice

your mom makes you drive me to school 
but she can't make you like me
she can't make you like me

next summer i'll turn sixteen 
but i don't want my license 
cause then you won't drive me
then you won't drive me

you call me a nice kid
when i hear you mention me
you don't know how i die inside
how i try to make you see me

i am not nice
you got it completely backwards
all you have to do is talk to me

and i am not a kid
i know things the juniors don't know
all you have to do is ask me

sometimes i walk by your house 
but you're never outside
i never see you outside

when your car's not in the driveway
i wonder who you're taking for a ride
taking for a ride

i wore my bowie shirt for you 
but you didn't see it
just tell me what you want 
and then i can be it

written on my heart are the contents of your car
all your things inside I know just where they are
one green lighter
a mug for coffee
pine tree air freshener
your gray hoodie
your stubborn lack of insight
your willful blindness
your reckless talk
your unkindness

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