I'm here early
Like always
Waiting for everyone else
Pretending I'm not cold
Pretending I'm not lonely
Pretending I'm not kind of suicidal
Pretending it was an accident
That I got here early
Oops
I don't do this
All the time
I'm not crying
In my car
Waiting for everyone else
Because I'm cold
Because I'm lonely
Because I'm kind of suicidal
Because it wasn't an accident
That I got here early
I'm chilled to the bone
Because I can't afford
To keep my car running
Gas is expensive
And if I'm going to keep living
I have to have the money
About the Creator
Laura Bruns
A feminist who writes a lot of shit. I get lonely, so I turn to my pen and paper.
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