I dance to a tune in cadence,
My feet never stopping for rest.
Since if they do, its suicide;
I'm always going downhill.
Rolled up jeans, my scuffed up pants
Of battles I've lost to time.
Sometimes they get compliments,
Yet still they go crumbling away.
How dare they. I love them.
All I see is the rust of misuse,
Caked on thick like foundation.
Where you see beauty, I see
A girl with a two-toned face
Fancying herself in the mirror.
Let me ride you with my feet
Laid back and the fan blasting
Me in the face.