Where is my girl?
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Where is my girl?
Not the one with nappy dreadlocks,
wearing birkenstocks,
with dirty heels...
I need one raised on grunge rock,
fishing with me on my granparents dock,
and sharing her absurd ideals.
Opening her notebook full of x's and arrows,
carving out her world until it's hollow,
she complains of feeling directionless,
her beauty is effortless,
and if she has to wander I'll follow.
I'll push her on my mood swings,
she can taste the bitterness to consume,
I'll smile at everything she brings,
appreciate what she hates,
the weight on her waist,
and all she brings with the lights off in my room.
Where is she?
Cause here I've been,
patiently waiting for a sign,
a where and a when.
I'll show up with a glass slipper,
try it on even if it doesn't fit,
more or less,
I'll shatter it,
it doesn't matter if,
she's no Cinderella or princess.
But I do sure miss her,
and how I imagine I'll feel when she's around,
I am lost and found,
Where is my girl?
Not the one with nappy dreadlocks,
wearing birkenstocks,
with dirty heels...
I need one raised on grunge rock,
fishing with me on my granparents dock,
and sharing her absurd ideals.
Opening her notebook full of x's and arrows,
carving out her world until it's hollow,
she complains of feeling directionless,
her beauty is effortless,
and if she has to wander I'll follow.
I'll push her on my mood swings,
she can taste the bitterness to consume,
I'll smile at everything she brings,
appreciate what she hates,
the weight on her waist,
and all she brings with the lights off in my room.
Where is she?
Cause here I've been,
patiently waiting for a sign,
a where and a when.
I'll show up with a glass slipper,
try it on even if it doesn't fit,
more or less,
I'll shatter it,
it doesn't matter if,
she's no Cinderella or princess.
But I do sure miss her,
and how I imagine I'll feel when she's around,
I am lost and found,
Where is my girl?
keep it up.