Parking Lots - Told Slant

Parking lots water marks and my drunk face

In the bathroom mirror makes

Makes me feel like a ghostly shape

Makes me feel like I’m twice my age

Mostly aged partly faded one fifth dead

If I live to a hundred and

If I live to a hundred then

I will outlive all of my friends

But I don’t want that at all

What’s so bad about growing up

If I’ll stay young for as long as I want to

You hate my voice

It makes me feel like a little boy

And you hate all the words I choose

You push me like a pressure point

Public parks subway cars where I grew up

I’d sleep over but we’d stay up

Now you just want me to shut up

Now you just want me to shut up

But I’m not sad at all

What’s so bad about growing up

If I’ll stay young for as long as I want to