Grades

[waxingluna]

grades, babe
they're insubstantial
fine and grainy
like the particulate matter
stuck in my lungs

they're like bad old thoughts
and old bad thoughts
that stick around
and give you nightmares
on rainy days

see, darling
i'd like to be something sublime
wish i could make my body a whip
wish i could spill beauty
like a fat can of paint

see grades whisper around my head
but numbers are a lie
and isn't pi irrational?
checkmate!

i'd like to pay an homage
to everything that feels real
because i spend my life
on real things that don't

painted skull on my desk.
keyboard. click-clack.
grades are gloomy habits.
grades are holding me down!

i'm not breaking shackles
but i'm liberating myself
bit by bit
from this capitalist enterprise

see darling
we all wear chains
but at least we should choose which ones
but at least we should leave some slack
wait, isn't that ropes?

i'd like to dance in the moonlight
i'd like to let go of my sadness
oh, oh babe.
oh, oh babe.
i hold on so tight
so, so tight
i hold on so tight
so, so tight
i hold on so tight
so, so tight